Slice of Life

Reut* was thrilled when her husband Kobi* finally returned from Gaza after the ceasefire took effect. For the first time in months, she allowed herself to exhale. He had served in every single one of the unit’s seven rounds of reserve duty, never once missing a call-up. Now, at last, there was no next date looming. But it didn’t take long for her to realize something was terribly wrong.

Carts are the latest craze here in Israel. First came the coffee carts. Israelis take their coffee very seriously. While they’ve existed for years, they became much more popular during COVID-19, when indoor dining was not an option. Now, these coffee carts on wheels can be found from the Golan in the north to the Negev in the south, and everywhere in between, many of them kosher. They serve coffee and pastries, and some offer a small menu of light food. Some are tucked away in forests and nurseries, while others pop up along highways.

Secular? Yes. Anti-religious? Some, I’m sure. But that would not describe any of the people my husband and I met over Yom Tov. And we met many. As empty-nesters for Simchas Torah, we decided to spend the holiday in the world of kiruv — outreach — in Tel Aviv. What an experience!

It’s been a whirlwind — Sukkos preparations carried on with the hum of a possible hostage deal in the background. We shopped, cooked, built, and decorated our sukkah as usual, all while wondering where the negotiations would lead.

Nadav Nun and Nadav Shin – that’s how Nadav Elchanan Knoller and Nadav Schwartz were known in preschool. The first letters of their last names, nun and shin, helped tell them apart. But to everyone else, they were simply “the Nadavs”: a team, a friendship that lasted more than 25 years.

When I entered Kever Rachel this week, I sensed right away that this visit would be different. Though it wasn’t yet Aseres Y’mei T’shuvah, the Elul crowds were growing as Rosh HaShanah drew closer. We managed to squeeze into the under-construction parking lot and headed inside.