Monday, October 22, 2007
rooms dug out -- buried under rubble for hundreds of years.
the arch of a door of a buried room -- when you see an arch like that, you know that there's a room buried under there!
A couple who visited from America came by Livnot today. They are in their 50s, and their daughter had done the program several years ago. Her boyfriend was doing his second program, as a counselor, and brought his girlfriend to have the experience...he proposed to her during the program, and they returned to the States to be married.
A few weeks before the wedding, the young woman suddenly died...she had some sort of undiagnosed heart problem (I think that that's what it was). Now her parents were here to see the places where she had enjoyed so much, and where she had been proposed to -- the most exciting time of her life.
I took them around a bit. It was so difficult to know what to say, when to talk and when to leave them to themselves. I can't even imagine such pain. I hope that it helped them a bit to feel close to their daughter in the place where she was so happy, but it brings up the fears that so many parents must feel, and I certainly do...the dread of something happening to a child. How does one go on?
What was really strange was, not an hour later, a guy came by with the SAME LAST NAME as the parents of the girl....and he was here because HIS GIRLFRIEND, who had also done the program, had died (she had had some sort of accident) and he wanted to come and see the place that she'd spoken of so often. Eerie.
Since my digital camera is still broken (the store keeps promising that it'll be back "this week") I've uploaded some pictures from work -- the crew is digging out the new campus area, and have already found 18 rooms buried beneath the rubble of successive earthquakes. I find it tremendously exciting, to see the process (I'm not big on actually doing physical work myself, ahem, but think that it's interesting to see it being done) and know that these are the rooms where Jews lived hundreds of years ago. This is the area where Hagai was digging this summer, and Avishai several years ago)
My little area of the world, the Tourist Center, is also being renovated. The guy who runs "KabbalahTour" is moving in with me, and it has been the imputus to renovate the space. Together with the Breslev "Kabbalah Center" that's moving in across the street, this should make our part of the street a happening place! At the very least, it means that the office where I work will look more professionals and organized...not longer like a B'nai Akiva headquarters.
Speaking of B'nai Akiva, that's where my children are whenever they're not sleeping or at school. It's Hodesh Irgun, Movement Month, and Margalit is in the play (Mulan -- she's the dragon, Mushu), Yochi is painting, and Hagai is trying, unsuccessfully, not to get roped into joining. He's not a joiner...he'd love to spend all his time at home, strumming on his guitar, playing chess against the computer, and reading. But life intrudes sometimes....Yochi made him promise to come and help them paint today, so we'll see if this is the start of something.