It is late up here on the mountain. The roosters will start crowing in a few hours. It's okay. I'm on break from school.
For some reason, when I hit iTunes tonight, it started playing some Israeli music, the famous Yehoram Gaon. To me, he is the voice of Israeli. He is sing old songs about Israel's beauty.
Up here in Muzha, halfway around the world, I couldn't be farther from the Galil or Jerusalem, physically or spiritually.
There was a point in my life, a long, long time ago, when I wanted to live in Israel. What would my life be like now?
Instead, I am here in Taiwan, learning Chinese.
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