The Morning After
I wake up in cold sweat, after dreaming I was late for breakfast, late for the bus and the group leaves without me. I look at my watch and realize it’s already 10 a.m and think *shit I forgot the alarm clock* and then I remember the trip is over.
No more waking up early for bootcamp, no more breakfast at a hotel\kibutz, no more sleeping with different roomies every night.
No more walking in the streets of Jerusalem\Tsefat\Jaffa in the search of shawarma every afternoon.
No more Hebrew teaching and laughing so hard my stomach aches.
No more being asked questions about the army or Israel that I wouldn’t know how to answer even if I did a full research in wikipedia.
No more dancing and singing inside a bomb shelter.
No more “SABABA!!!”
No more running down on a steep sandhill with a bunch of crazy Americans.
No more waking up and having Israel flag sticker put on my face.
No more “sticky brothers”, “shananagans” and “that’s what she said!”
No more being so excited about pop rocks chocolate.
No more “D.r oh oh oh!” jokes.
No more conversations about squirrels.
No more Bedouin tent without heat.
No more…
I miss it.
-Shirly
Bat-Yam, Israel

