voyage into the unknown
I am sent on a journey I had not chosen with no hope in my heart.Part one: I sat in the train carriage feeling separated from the scene around me. I was starting my journey by rail down to Dover; across the Channel by ferry, across France to Marseilles, then by boat in tourist class to Israel. I had lived with this group of girls who were weeping with regret of leaving their parents behind, on a farm in Somerset where we were being selected as Kibbutz community living material; for two...