The Wandering Jew is not only a figure from Christian folklore, and is not only a plant (that is how we call it, you call it Tradescantia), it is also me. Until the independence of Israel, Jews didn’t have a place. So we moved around, from place to place with our bags on our bags. Always ready to leave the place and to go to a new place.
Those days we have a place. We have Israel.
But as the phrase goes – “You can get the Jews of the exile, but you can’t get the exile out of the Jews.”
And although I was born and raised in Israel – I am still a wandering Jew. I am 27 years old. since I have left my parents house when I was 18 I haven’t lived in one place for over a year:
First it was the army for 3 years – every 4 months you find yourself in a new a different place. And even if you go back to a base you have been living in – it is to a completely different part of it.
After spending some time in my parents house, I was off to my “After Army big Trip”. Every week or a couple of days you are in a different town, or a country…
Then some months in NYC and back to Israel.
I started studying in the Technion for 4 years. But even there I haven’t spent more then a year in the same place.
One year in Gaza dormitories, Another in the refurbished dormitories. A third in an apartment with couple of girls from my faculty. And the fourth last year in Canada dorms.
I am about to finish my studies and again I will be on my way to a new place…
9 years I am moving around, as a Jew…
Take Care
Gad
The Wandering Jew (The Tradescantia)
An house for 3 days in Pocun, Chile
An apartment for a week in Floranapolis, Brazil
A room for 2 months in the Bronx, NYC, NY
Dorms for a year, Rifkin (“Gaza”) dorms, Technion, Haifa, Israel
Dorms for a year, Rifkin (“Gaza”) refurbished dorms, Technion, Haifa, Israel
A room in Haifa for a year
Dorms for a year, Canada dorms, Technion, Haifa, Israel