Thursday, September 18, 2008

The First Year is the Hardest

I hope everyone is enjoying my new site. All the previous posts were copies of my journal published previously through email.

I'm sure everyone is eager for new information, so I am sitting down on a Thursday afternoon to write a new post.

The boys have been in school/Ulpan since the 1st of September. John David & I started Ulpan a week later. For those of you new to the subject, Ulpan is Hebrew Language classes offered free of charge to all new Olim (immigrants). It is a benefit paid for by the state of Israel. Here they are serious about the language. In the US we had as many Spanish speakers as we did English speakers. There were English classes available to foreign immigrants, however I never had the impression there was a big push to get people enrolled. Here in Israel you are asked in the first week to enroll in Ulpan. You are told when, where, and how often to attend. Of course there are many, many English speakers in Israel. One could live in Israel without speaking Hebrew, but it would be difficult. All the government forms are in Hebrew, the utility bills are in Hebrew, your banks statement is in Hebrew, even school is taught in Hebrew, (unless you enroll - and pay! - for your children to attend a special English speaking school. I know of one in Jerusalem, it is rather expensive.) Here it is expected that you should learn the language of the land. (I hear and see my Hebrew teacher, Shulamit, saying that in my head!) It does not have to be your primary language, and there are many many Israeli's who will want to practice their English with you, but you should be able to at least speak and read the basics.

John David and I are very fortunate. We have a fabulous Hebrew teacher, and a great class. There are 4 other Americans in the class, one couple from Russia, one couple from Brazil, 2 people from Holland (not a couple), one gal from Argentina (she is a diplomat by trade - impressive), one couple from England, and 2 couples from Durban, South Africa.

Let me add a side bar here: We have met a lot of people from South Africa. They are Anglos, like us, and we find we have a lot in common with them. Many of them are here, not only as a matter of religious choice, but also because South Africa has become a very dangerous place to live. In my isolated, comfortable life in the States, I never knew or thought about the plight of white Jews in Africa. It appears that since the overthrow of Apartheid (not that I, nor anyone I know personally, supported it), the incidence of random violence against white (simply because they are white) in especially South Africa has skyrocketed. Our friends liken it to a frog in a pot of cold water. Put it on the stove and slowly increase the heat. The frog will not notice it is being cooked until it is too late. Violence against whites has grown in like measure there. Not only can you not let your children outside to play, you must have a large defensible wall around your property to keep safe inside your own home!

Back to Israel.
Despite my fears that I would not be able to learn Hebrew - I am. It is wonderful. I think even John David is surprised with my progress. Whereas, he has been working hard & teaching himself to speak it for years now, I have always put him off. I've told him, truthfully, how hard it was for me to retain the material if I only had instruction for an hour or so each week. I really needed a setting where I was able to focus most of my time and energy on the language. My theory has proven itself to be true. We are in class from 8:30 till 12 or 12:45 each day, Sunday through Thursday. There is no class on Friday so that we can prepare for Shabbat, and of course no class on Shabbat itself. Most afternoons when we get home we spend a minimum of another hour or two on homework. And I am getting it, I am reading, and writing, and speaking it. I probably sound like a 2 year old, but I am getting there!

Both boys start Ulpan at 8:00, their Ulpan meets in the grade school that Ari is enrolled in (which is just a block from our home). Their Ulpan gets over around noon, and Ari goes downstairs to his regular classroom and has school for another hour or two (depending on the day). Isaac walks next door to the Yeshiva (which is simply what they call the upper school here - he has both religious & secular studies there) and attends class normally until around 4:30. Our Ulpan meets at his school.. so we are all close & can pop in & see each other if the need arises.

The Yeshiva is a raucous and joyous and serious place all at once. The hallways are filled with ping pong tables. Between each class the boys (yes, it's an all boys school) have time to socialize, play ping pong, go to one of the many restaurant style cafeterias within the building, go outside to hang out, play ball, play volleyball (netball here), walk down to the macholet (local grocery shop), etc etc etc. When our class first started there used to be a local radio station broadcasting between classes on the school intercom. However, since our Ulpan started they have turned that off because we don't break at the same time as the boys do, and the office couldn't figure out how to turn off the speakers in our Ulpan classrooms. I am sorry for that - I liked the atmosphere that it presented for the boys. I liked the idea that school was a place for not only some really really serious learning, but also someplace that a teenage boy would like to hang out. I hope that when Ulpan ends (in 4 months) they get the radio back. I also hope that the radio gets turned back on in the afternoons (I don't know as I always have to hurry home to be there for Ari and his friends who often come over) I must remember to ask Isaac.

Isaac, by the way, is having a fabulous time. He is the main reason for our coming to Israel now. He has so many friends, he is very popular, he is learning and growing and loving the whole experience. It confirms that we made the right choice for him and for us. Last week the Yeshiva held a celebration one evening. It turns out that the yeshiva has been in existence for 10 years. It moved into it's current building at the beginning of the 2007 school year. Finally, at the beginning of this school year it was given confirmation that this building was to be it's permanent home (the building itself was new last year). There was a concert, refreshements, and fireworks. JDC & I listened to the music and watched the fireworks from our mirpeset (patio). We imagined Isaac participating, dancing, laughing, hanging out and having a great time. (he confirmed he did). We said to ourselves, "This, afterall, is why we came".

I suppose I have to mention that I believe the secret to our great success in settling in here so well, the comfort level we feel, is because of Modiin itself. It is a beautiful city. It is like Overland Park (our home city) in so many ways. It is clean and modern. The city itself is less than 10 years old, yet already it has a population of 70,000 plus (compared to Overland Park's 150,000 - Modiin feels like a smaller, newer version). There are lots and lots of Anglos here, I encounter them everywhere, share an email service with them (no end to the daily English email interaction!), run into them at the macholet, the mall, the post office. Plus the benefits of not being a minority is amazing. Here kosher food is everywhere, kosher restaurants flourish (in OP we had only 1, a kosher Subway). And unlike other communities of similar size here in Israel, we have 2 movie theatres and a bowling alley, in addition to a new mall comparable to any mall we had in the Midwest. In every neighborhood there is a little shopping area with all kinds of quaint and unique shops.. the only thing I have been hankering for that is not in Modiin is a fabric store. But I know where there are a bunch in Jerusalem (which is only 30 minutes away!), and my lift (with my sewing machine - and all our other worldly goods for that matter) is still in Kansas - so I can't sew anyway. Patience patience - everything has it's season. And, let me add - the beach and Tel-Aviv/Yaffo (Jaffa) are also only 30 minutes away (Modiin is in the middle between the two cities - just like Kansas was in the middle between NY and LA - just less travel time between the two!) One should never, ever discount the proximity of a beach to someone (like myself) from LA. I plan to take a day - during Chol HaMoed (vacation days during the High Holiday season) to spend the whole day at the beach. Did I mention I love the beach?

I so love it here, we all so love it here. People keep telling me the first year is the hardest. I keep thinking - "what's hard?"! I suppose all the stupid little beaurocratic things one has to deal with. But life is like that everywhere, really. So if someone comes to Israel expecting everything to be easy and beautiful all the time then I guess all that stuff would really be a problem. I think we are realists.. sometimes things are hard. Enjoy the good things life has to offer. Looking out my rear patio doors - past my rear mirpeset, I see the sunset. It glows in beautiful hues of purple, pink and orange. A wonderful breeze wafts in through the door bringing with it the frangrance of some lemony bush my neighbor has growing in their gan (garden). I hear some birds in the distance and the trickle of water in our new (tiny - but I couldn't live without it) fish pond (fish in a planter pot really - Okay, I know you are all laughing at me!). Backtrack and close your eyes, imagine it - sunset, breeze, frangrance, melodical sounds - every sense is satisfied, Sigh. Peace, Shalom.

I wish it to all of you..

Baby Steps

ALIYAH JOURNAL III
Baby Steps

Finally we land, our customs business is processed on the plane & after what seems like forever we are able to disembark. There is a joyous crowd with flags and camera to greet us, we shuttle to the terminal where yet another crowd awaits us singing and dancing. Inside we get sandwiches and drinks & find a seat. I see several familiar faces, Avi Silverman and Rachel Goldwag with NbN, Yishai Fleisher from Arutz Sheva is there, Avi Zimmerman from the community of Ariel. I found out later that this was the largest crowd to meet any one Aliyah flight & though several of our friends in the land had wanted to come greet us, there was a limit to how many people were allowed to attend. But it didn't really dampen the experience because I know I'll see everyone soon enough. Just being here is enough of a high. Anyone who watched the arrival ceremony will see how JDC got up & danced for joy. http://www.nbn.org.il/2008arrival/. There were wonderful speeches & we learned that one Olim on the plane was an 88 year old woman who had attempted Aliyah twice before – once just before WW2 and once on the famous ship Exodus that was turned away from the land in 1947 by the British. It was a great thing to see her finally accomplish her dream. Made my 10 year journey seem very short.

Finally all the guests were asked leave & we make our way into the area where we are to pick up our luggage. JDC goes upstairs and gets a copy of our Teudah Oleh, which provides temporary identification until we get our citizenship identification. Meanwhile the boys and I stage ourselves around two huge luggage carousels. There were 220 Olim on the plane – but it looked like there was enough luggage for 600 people! It took over an hour for all the luggage to come off the plane. But everyone was very helpful – pulling luggage for their neighbor, helping to identify pieces – there was a real feeling of camaraderie as we all faced a new life. Everyone going to a different city, people exchanging email and addresses if they had them. It took two taxis to transport us and our 18 bags! Now here is another lesson I learned. Our taxi drivers did not speak English. We had been warned that we should go to Yissachar street – between numbers 9 & 11 and walk down to our flat, but we couldn't get the drivers to understand. They had already had to make an extra stop for us to pick up the key from the home of our buddy family, when we got to 30 Shivte Yisrael & saw we had about 6 flights of stairs to cart our luggage up, the drivers refused to take us around the corner to the next block up, or to help us cart our luggage. We should have made sure our NbN helpers at the airport communicated all these things clearly to the drivers before we left with them. Regardless – we schlepped the luggage up. There was an elevator that cut out about ½ the journey – but we were exhausted when we reached the top. Still our flat is beautiful. We got the luggage carted up to the bedrooms & I set about cleaning so that we (at least me) would be more comfortable. We figured out the AC, were thrilled that we could get Ice and cold water out of the fridge door, and that there were a few dishes in the house. We were pretty forlorn to discover we had no sheets, pillows, pots & pans or silverware. But, never fear, this is Israel. I manage to get on the internet by pirating on a neighbor's wireless network & put out an email on the Modiin list asking to borrow some items & by the next day we had sheets & pillows on all the beds, some sorely needed hangers, meat pots, a large Shabbat water urn (we were able to make coffee – yeah!!), some disposable bowls and a few food items. JDC & Ari walked over to the neighborhood grocery & bought some milk, a little cereal, and some bread. Our neighbors came over & introduced themselves, others came by and gave us more cereal & some sugar. Overall the community gave us a huge welcome. They even helped us get our phone working! JDC took the bus & then the train into Tel Aviv Wednesday afternoon and rented a car. We got a great rate on a month long rental, a special rate for new Olim. Much cheaper than I found anywhere on the Internet or calling several other local companies. We rented a Daihatsu Sirion, just like the last time we were in Israel, it's a great little car. Great gas mileage, lots of cubbies for maps and snacks and water. The boys had lots of space in the back – though it looks like the size of a breadbox from the outside (sorry not meant to be a commercial, but if we can manage to buy a car here – that will probably be the one we buy).

By Friday morning we had managed to buy two cell phones. The contracts here are much friendlier than in the states. The commitment is only for 8 months, and even then you can change any component within that time frame without resetting the completion date. The phones were free with the contract. After the 8th month you can continue with the same arrangement as long as you desire, or, again, you can change any component you want. They have a plan where you can add an extra 100 minutes for only 9 shekels for calls to 3 designated numbers. Anyway – between the rental car & the cell phones we now feel more integrated into society. We went to the mall, we went to the drug store, we found a local shuk and bought Shmita fruits & vegetables. (I learned how to handle Shmita produce during our February pilot trip.) We asked a woman in the market to recommend laundry detergent & dishwasher soap. The dishwasher soap turned out to be an American product – Finish power balls.

Friday night we walk to the home of Victor and Sharon Fishman for Shabbat Dinner. Our Buddy family has made meal arrangements for us this first Shabbat, even though they are in Prague. Turns out Victor Fishman is the brother of Brenda Ganot whom we met & had a movie night with at her house last spring on our Pilot trip! The Ganots are neighbors to Barbara & Lorne Brown in Beit Shemesh. We had to laugh. In America there is something we recognize as “7 degrees of separation”. Usually by tracing thru 7 people that are connected to each other in some way you will find a common connection to someone who appears to be a complete stranger. Well in Israel – at least among the Anglo Olim – there are only 2 degrees of separation. Somehow everyone we are meeting is somehow connected to someone else we already know. So we were not so surprised to discover that the Bar-Mitzvah we had attended last spring when we visited Modiin, was none other than the Bar-Mitzvah of one of the Fishman's sons – Dani. Another odd coincidence is that directly behind the Fishmans lives the daughter of Cantor Shron of KI in Overland Park. Sure enough when we went to Shul Saturday we ran into Cantor Shron, he & his wife are visiting their daughter in Modiin!

Saturday luncheon after shul was at the house of Jerry & Ileana Glazer, who had us for Shabbat Dinner last spring. This time their older son Yoni was there & a cousin Rafi, both of whom are a bit older than Isaac. Also invited for lunch were the Alperts who had hosted us in their home last spring over Shabbat weekend & were so helpful. So we remade old connections & the boys both stayed after we left & hung out, making old friends new again & connecting to more they had not met before.

Shabbat was wonderful, and reminded us again why we chose Modiin, not only is it a most beautiful city, but also the community here is so warm and welcoming. We don't feel isolated or lonely, even though we moved all the way across the world from everything familiar.

Sunday we had an appointment in Jerusalem with Nefesh B' Nefesh. So glad that we had rented the car, we pulled out our maps & headed out. For whatever reason, all the maps we have of Modiin & across the country all are pretty accurate, but the maps of Jerusalem and Tel Aviv are practically worthless. I think it is because after these maps were printed many of the street names were changed. So we're driving in the city & know we need to turn right or left into such & such street to get to our destination, and it simply doesn't exist! Eventually we stop and ask someone & they say “oh – you just go that way & turn there & then take your first left & you've arrived.” They make it sound so easy! Anyway, we do find our way to the NbN offices, and are ushered downstairs to a large room filled with Olim. All around the edges of the room are booths hosted by banks, health care agencies, newspapers, cellphone companies &etc. Over in the corner is a glass door leading into a smaller room, this is where NbN reps have the final citizenship paperwork for each Olim family on our flight. We fill out a form, turn it in & soon enough it is our turn. There we receive our Teudah Zahut, we are now officially citizens of Israel. In 1 year we can apply for an Israeli passport. We also receive our much needed grant money from NbN, and the stipend that was promised to reimburse us $100.00 per person transportation costs from Kansas to New York. While at the event, we connected again with another family we met, the Goldmans, who had a son Isaac's age. They were staying temporarily with the husband's sister in Beit Shemesh, and were settling in Efrat. Their son, Noam, came home with us, and the boys had an afternoon of computer games with a friend while JDC & I ran errands, got our check cashed & picked up a pizza to eat for dinner.

Later in the day we returned Noam to his temporary home in Beit Shemesh & met more of the family. Turns out that the Husband's sister, Lisa, had lived in Israel 22 years, and her husband had been here 31 years! They of course know everyone we know in Beit Shemesh & loan us the English Beit Shemesh phone book. So we put phone numbers of all our local acquaintances into our cell phones & made contact, or left messages on our way out of Beit Shemesh.

An added note to all you who gave us Tzedakah in the US, we met a man while we were in Beit Shemesh, obviously observant, whose baby was ill, the family was in need. So that is where your tzedakah (& some of ours) went. The family will be able to make a nice Shabbat & meet some other expenses because of your help! Many many blessings were showered upon us all.

Monday we met with Cherie Albucher, our Modiin rep with the department of absorption. She met us at the city hall and helped us to enroll the boys for school. We had a long discussion with her, & through her interpretation with the lady who was enrolling the boys, regarding what grade Isaac would be entering. We had wanted to have him repeat 8th grade so that he would have a full year of Hebrew under his belt before he needed to worry about Bagrut exams. But they were of the opinion that because he was almost 15 (not till December!) that he should be entering 10th grade. I finally convinced them he had not even attended 9th grade in the US. The end result is that we will have to let the school decide. Next week we are to contact Aviva Horowitz, whom we met with last spring at the Yeshiva High School. She will help us work thru the issues & then she will decide which grade he will enter. I was very impressed with her before & feel confident that she will decide based on what is best for Isaac. She has a lot of experience dealing with new Olim coming into her school, and really knows more about the issues than we do. Ariel was enrolled in 4th grade at Mamad Buchman, which I am told may be meeting in the building right next door to the Yeshiva High School. We really lucked out on our apartment rental in so many ways – or rather I should say that Ha Shem had it all planned, because the high school is only 1 block up from Yissachar. All the streets in Modiin have paths that walk thru the middle of the neighborhood. So the guys will just have to walk the path from Yissachar to Reuven to be at school. I imagine, since we are so close, and we have 4 computers in the house (well, at least 3 working), that we will have many afternoons where we will have guests come home from school with either of the boys (and by then our lift will be here with the PS3 also! Oh boy!)
After we enrolled the boys, Cherie stayed with us & helped us to register for our Arnona. In Israel, every city charges a tax based on your residence. Since renters have all the benefits of tenancy, they also pay this real estate tax that is charged by the city. New Olim get a 50% discount on the bi-monthly Arnona for the 1st 6 months. We had to provide a copy of our lease, and of course our Teudah Oleh, and our Teudah Zahut. Luckily we have the cash on hand & pay the 520 shekels for the 1st two months.

Next we went to the bank to open an account. While we had been at NbN in Jerusalem we had talked with reps from several different banks, plus others in the community had made suggestions that led us to chose Discount bank. In Israel banking is not like in the states. In the US everyone offers free checking, and the only time you pay a service charge is if you use your ATM card at someone else's machine. But in Israel every transaction costs something. It even costs to make a deposit. Plus, they don't have debit & credit cards like we are used to. All the credit cards are tied to your bank account, technically there are no Debit cards. So when you use the card they issue, it will create a balance due that is settled up once each month, and you pay interest on it, plus a fee! This bank we chose offers new account openers less fees and charges for the first year, free checks (as many as you want to order the first year) and free online banking. Of course you cannot pay bills online from the English website. But most of the utility companies actually take a draw right out of your checking account, and then send you an invoice to show you what they took. So you have to have a bank account before you can even register these in your name. At the store you write a check, or use the credit card. We have not been here long enough to understand how all this will work out, so I am sure you will all read more about this in the months to come!

Overall it took about 3 hours to open the account. We signed a bunch of papers & finally deposited funds. We keep some of the papers with us everywhere we go because it has our bank account number on it & so when we have to sign up for something we have the account number. Checks will arrive at the bank next Monday or Tuesday & we will have to go in to pick them up. The credit card will arrive in the mail sometime next week & the pin a couple of days later.

Oh – let me tell you about the mail box here! As one would expect in an apartment complex, all the mailboxes are in one group at the entrance to our area (ours happens to be next to the parking garage off Yissachar). In the group of keys we received for the apartment is supposed to be a mailbox key, but nothing we received fit (we have more keys than we can figure out where they go to – finally we figured out several went to the storage area & just two days ago I learned one goes to the little half gate entrance onto our front patio [most everyone else has full size, & very beautiful, doors]). I emailed the landlord & the previous tenants regarding the mailbox. The landlord advised they had never had a key & just used to reach their hand into the little slot & pull out their mail, but they replied they thought the previous tenants had a key made. I determined that this must be the key that looks like it should fit – but doesn't. The funny thing to note is that the mailbox is crammed full of an old phone book, advertising circulars & who knows what else. We mentioned it to our buddy family & Chen laughed & said yeah, they just popped theirs open & left it unsecured. After being told that I noted that other mailboxes in our group were either missing the lock completely, or the lock was turned permanently open. Guess we will have to do the same for ours as calling a locksmith to make a key will be extravagantly expensive & there is no guarantee the key we get will even work!

After setting up the bank account we went to the post office to register for the free national health care. One thing I must mention here, that has happened everywhere we have gone. Each time we encounter an Israeli with whom we absolutely must communicate we apologize, “sorry lo davar ivrit, Anglit bevakasha?” If they can they help us in English, or find someone who can. We then advise we are Olim Chadashim (new olim) and the response is always “How wonderful! Blessings on you!” (of course in Hebrew!). But I am amazed at how happy the Israelis are that we have come. Rather than seeing us as infiltrators, or a nuisance, they are honestly happy to help us. Our experience at the post office was not different. The women kindly filled out all the paperwork & took the time to explain everything. We paid the small one time fee & were given proof that we were registered for the free health care, we now needed to chose which health agency would provide that health care.

We had learned from others in our community here that Maccabi is the best provider in the is area. So going on that advice we went over across the way to the Maccabi building right across the parking lot. But they were already closed for the day.



Tuesday morning we met again with Cherie Albucher. This time in her office, to register for the klita benefits available from the city of Modiin (discount on rents in the form of two checks thru the year as reimbursement for the amount of the discount, ulpan & extra study support for the boys, etc.) Cherie gave us a form to have stamped at the bank, so our rent assistance could be deposited directly into our bank. We were to return the form to her after we had obtained the stamp. Then she registered us for the klita program which will also include events to assist us meeting other olim, seeing the country & seminars to help us with all kinds of things – NbN will also have events and seminars for us. Next we walked with her over to the national absorption office and registered the boys for an Ulpan that starts next week, and one that will run through the school year. Then we registered ourselves for Ulpan, which will (hopefully) start in September, but they have to let us know. They must have 25 people enrolled in order to offer it here locally. Cherie advised she didn't anticipate there being a problem, and that she would contact us as soon as she knows when & where the classes will meet. (here is one of the times that we see the benefit of settling in Efrat – they have an incredible Ulpan program – we ourselves saw 3 classes meeting last spring.) Oh sigh.

We swing by the bank & get our form signed & return it to Cherie's office & opt to return home for lunch.
While at home we start the long process of contacting the Cable/Internet provider to get connected. Previous recommendations had encouraged to chose YES – which is a satellite provider, rather than HOT, which is a DSL provider. So JDC spends hours on the phone with them & then we start exchanging emails to get all the details worked out. Our contact, Rose, was very sweet and advised she would try to get us scheduled for Thursday. So we figure if we can get registered at Maccabi that afternoon then we would have Wednesday free & maybe we could schedule a trip to Beit Guvrin (the bell caves) just south of Beit Shemesh. So we hurry back to the shopping area where the post office and Maccabim are, but it is 5:30 by the time we get there. The woman, once she learns we don't speak Hebrew, basically turns us away, she gives us all the forms & tells us to have a neighbor help us fill them out, but that they close in 30 minutes & she has a baby to pick up & there just isn't enough time. She doesn't look at all happy, so we take the forms and leave.

Wednesday morning before we can head out the door to Maccabi the phone rings. It's Rose at YES, and she informs us she can get us hooked up that day. Okay, shift Beit Guvrin to Thursday, we'll do YES in the AM and Maccabi in the afternoon. We wait several hours & finally the workers call & show up. Of course they speak almost no English, so we struggle through the details with them. When they finally realize we are renters, no owners, they advise we have to get written permission from the owner. Okay, so I emailed our Landlord in NY and ask for his permission, with the details about how and most likely where the mini-dish would be installed. We all wait for a while, but seeing how it is not the same time in NY as it is in Israel it is unlikely we're going to get an immediate reply from NY. So the workers leave & tell us that Rose will be in touch. By now it is well afternoon, so we eat some lunch & head out to Macabbi. Today it is a better day & the woman who helps us is very sweet. Again expressing amazement that we would make Aliyah from America, she is happy to fill out forms & even helped us get an Internet password to the Maccabi website. It took about 30 minutes & suddenly we even have dental & vision insurance (this proves to be important almost immediately). On the way home we make contact with someone who I've been communicating on the Modiin list, Sue and her family made Aliyah to Beit Shemesh several years ago & just moved to Modiin last month. She had a bunch of sheets to give us, so we can work on returning the ones we borrowed. She's home & so we stop in & make yet another new friend as she has us sit down for cookies & to chat about Aliyah and life in the land.

Thursday we again hear from YES, but this time we have the required permission from our Landlord in the form of an email, which I forward along to Rose. Soon enough the workers arrive, but by then JDC is on the phone with HP Israel trying to find out where to take his non-functioning laptop (one of the two new ones we purchased specifically to bring to Israel). The YES workers are on their cell phones with the home office & the next thing we know they tell us they have to leave. They aren't installing a dish, the directive is that one dish needs to be installed to service the whole complex (even though many of our neighbors already have mini-dishes of their own), Rose will call us. The workers leave & JDC determines from his phone call we need to drive into Tel Aviv to drop his computer off. Before we leave I start a campaign to do laundry as the 9 days of Av are just around the corner & I want to get all the borrowed sheets washed so I can return them (Observant Jews don't do laundry during the 9 days). Finally we decide to head towards Tel Aviv (Bet Guvrin is again put off). We decide to take advantage of the trip to Tel Aviv and plan to visit a beach. I look on the internet and find a beach that advises it is used by modest dressers and is family oriented, rather than a more conservative beach where men and women swim on separate days. We all change into appropriate swim attire under our street clothes, grab our few towels and head out. Halfway down the street JDC realizes he left his computer behind & we swing back around & pick it up. By now it is after 4 pm and we get caught in the traffic jam into Tel Aviv. But the AC is working, the music on the radio is a nice mix between modern Israeli and classic American rock, so in all we enjoy the drive (except Isaac who decided going to the beach with his family was totally lame). Finally we arrive in Tel Aviv, struggle with the map & at last find the computer shop authorized by HP Israel to do warranty work on JDC's laptop. We find a convenient place to sit in the car (running in case a policeman, or angry shop owner shoos us away because we are blocking reserved parking) and JDC runs down the street to the shop. He's gone quite some time, but finally returns without his laptop. He advised the shopkeeper didn't want to take his computer because technically they were already closed, but taking that good advice to be feisty, JDC insisted & got a receipt for leaving the laptop, and a promise to call on Sunday for a followup. Now we wind our way in & out of traffic, trying to follow that darn map again to find our way to the beach. Finally we find the park that is next to the beach & sure enough there is secure parking, we pay 20 shekels for all day (though by now it is well after 5pm. We have carefully planned our trip so that nothing of value need stay in the car & still nothing of great value needs to accompany us to the beach (& what we do have is buried in the bottom of a plastic bag). We rent 2 chaises and an umbrella for 30 shekelem and JDC & Ari and I quickly run into the water (Isaac is not interested). We start to instruct Ari how best to enjoy wading in the ocean. You must wade out far enough that the waves do not break before they pass you. Then you can jump and float through the swell & it's quite pleasant. The water is very warm & the breeze is quite cool, there are children laughing and playing in the sand and wading in the shallows. Over all it is idyllic. Ari gets caught a few times by some rough waves, he's not out far enough & gets rolled pretty hard. That's not a pleasant experience. So I turn & start to wade towards him, concerned. Sure enough I get caught by a pretty big wave and my glasses are blown right off my face. Gone. Oh well, glad we've got insurance! More instruction, more tossing & Ari is ready for a break, he & I go back to our seats and grab some water. I sit down to enjoy the sun & breeze & Ari runs back out to the surf. Meanwhile JDC is convinced if he just keeps looking for my glasses they will magically appear at his feet (Not!). After a bit I see that Ari has strayed down from JDC quite a ways, who is looking for my glasses & not watching the boy. So I convince Isaac to be the good big brother & go keep on eye on Ari, who is still a small guy & pretty inexperienced in the art of ocean swimming. Tricky ploy, as really Ari is fine, but it gives Isaac a reason to gracefully enter the water without having to admit his parents might have had a good idea bringing him to the beach. We take turns in the water & stay until sunset. It was wonderful, even Isaac had a great time. And we managed to get the boys a real beach experience (instead of just dipping their toes like last spring) before the 9 days are upon us.

Friday we have our first Shabbat dinner at home. We had found (huge!) chickens on sale at Supersol and managed to make quite a nice diner even with our less than adequate supply of cooking pans & utensils. Dinner around the coffee table (remember we have no dining table!) was filled with happy conversation, and talk about the next day's activities. JDC had been invited by Ande of our buddy family to attend another shul in the area (most of the women don't attend & the woman's section is less than appealing), so the plan was that the boys & I would attend (again) the Ashkenaz shul & meet up with JDC at the Harkov's for lunch. Shul in Israel ends around 11:00am unless there is a special Simcha, & being the 1st of Av, there would not be one that day. We were not expected until 12:00. Isaac took off with friends right after shul & I asked him twice if he would be able to find the address (“Yes Ima!” - can't you hear him saying it?? LOL). Ari & I dawdled on our walk & stopped at a couple of parks & playgrounds & still got to our buddy family's home 30 minutes early. (Still better than walking all the way up the hill home, waiting 10 minutes & then walking back!) Another family joined us, the Mermelsteins from across the street & close friends of the Harkovs. Soon everyone arrived except Isaac. We opted not to wait any longer & sure enough he did not show up until dessert! The Harkovs had just returned from a vacation in Prague & had all kinds of interesting stories to tell. They had also visited Theresienstadt and told sad and disturbing tales about their visit there. It was an appropriate way to spend the 1st of Av. We all speculated about the increase of antisemitism in western Europe, and all agreed (we all being Olim) the need to ensure Israel as a home land and haven for Jews.

The Journey Home

Aliyah Journal Part II

I write this as we begin our actual travels. As I think back over the past few months since we returned from our pilot trip, I realize how invaluable that trip really was. Our boys are excited to finally be on our way, they know where they are going and already have friends awaiting them. We made many contacts around the country, but especially in our city of choice, Modiin. We were able to get on a community email list that introduced us to some of the issues going on in our city, and allowed us to interact with people there, before we even arrive. I also truly believe that our face to face interviews with Nefesh B' Nefesh personnel in Jerusalem was key to that organization's belief in our ability to be successful Olim. Within in month of our return to the states we received out acceptance letter and were allowed to chose passage on a charter flight.

While back in the states we were able to pull together the last few missing items to complete our preparation, Travel Visa applications, procuring a residence in Modiin, arrangement to ship our goods to Israel, and arranging for travel from our home in Kansas to New York. Each of these pieces were relatively easy, given the prep work we had already done.

The Visa Applications were a matter of advising our Shaliach we'd been accepted on an Aliyah Flight. She sent us the paperwork, which we filled out an overnighted to the Israeli consulate in Chicago along with our passports (that was a little scary – but worked out with no problems), and a small fee to pay for return shipping. Our passports arrived back (with the Visa's stamped inside) in less than a week.

Through our interaction on the Modiin community email list, emails with several Realtors, and some web investigation we were able to determine a fair price for rentals in the area where we were looking (Buchman). After looking carefully at our budget I quickly realized we needed a furnished apartment, as we would not have the funds to purchase appliances as soon as we arrived. Earlier in the year I had seen a listing for an absolutely beautiful townhouse right on the street we wanted to be on. But I had passed it up thinking we didn't want a furnished place because we were bringing our own furniture. But once we realized how expensive it was going to be to send our belongings we quickly scaled back our list. (More on that later) Still, at first glance at this property again, I thought it was too expensive. But John David emailed the owners anyway. Turns out they had been back in the states for a year, teaching on the east coast, and wanted to stay another year (possibly two), but their current tenants had built a home & were not renewing their lease. The owners came down in price a thousand shekels & we immediately agreed. We were so glad to have signed a power of attorney agreement with Aryeh Racklyn when we were in Jerusalem. The owner emailed us the lease, & I emailed it to Aryeh, along with some suggestions and questions. A couple of days of emails going back & forth between the three of us & things were easily agreed to. Aryeh emailed us the final copy , we printed it off, signed it, scanned it back in, emailed copies out to everyone, and dropped our originals in the mail to the owners along with a check for the 1st month's rent & a separate check for a security deposit. I am sure the money part would have been harder than that if the owners had been in Israel, & I'm not sure exactly how we would have worked it out. Regarding fees owed to our attorney, he suggested we wait until we arrive in the land to settle up, allowing us to avoid the troublesome issue of having to wire money to him that would then have to be converted to shekels & pay extra fees for the trouble. (We later learned at our bank that it can be done, the wire transfer would have cost around 30.00, and I believe the bank on the other end would also have had a fee to convert to sheklem (which of course we would have had to cover). All this business taken care of we then emailed our new address to Nefesh B' Nefesh, our Shaliach in Chicago, and Cherie Albucher, the community Aliyah coordinator in Modiin. Shortly thereafter we were assigned a buddy family, who assisted us in arranging for a transfer of house keys from the previous tenant, and helped us find a cleaning lady to spruce the townhouse before we arrive. Our Buddy, Chen, also got the names and ages & grades of our boys for the purpose of determining who in the immediate neighborhood they would want to meet and make friends with. She had many helpful suggestions, and I know her assistance will be invaluable in the days to come.

Shipping our goods was not as easy a process as I had hoped. There are 3 parts to the bids we received, one carrier would pick up our goods in Kansas, pack everything, create a customs manifest (we would need to create an insurance manifest), and transfer our goods to the international carrier. The first carrier came to our house to get a general idea of the goods we intended to ship. They had an industry standard program into which they would enter a count of our items. The program provides for a rather generic list, i.e. Table, large = to about 40 cubic feet = to 7 lbs per cubic foot. If your table is smaller, it's hard to adjust the program to compensate. A perfect example of why this program simply did not work for us was a bakers rack I wanted to bring. It was about 75 inches tall by 45 inches wide by 18 inches deep. But mostly it was all open shelf space – with one 4.5 inch drawer about 36 inches from the floor. The program claimed the rack weighed over 400 lbs, in actuality it only weighed about 40 lbs. Realizing the disparity I asked the shipper if they were charging us by weight or by volume. The answer, much to my dismay is both. The shipper who packs the goods will charge by weight, the shipper who transports overseas (& the one who delivers to your door) will charge by volume. The first shipper we talked to advised we could not pack the goods ourselves, Homeland Security would not allow the goods to travel without a shippers certified manifest. This is only partially true. We must have a certified manifest, however we can pack the goods ourselves, thereby saving a lot of money. Not only do we save on the labor hours to pack the items, but we did find a shipper who will allow us (or our representative) to supervise the packing of the container (or lift truck as the case may be). Lucky for me, my sister-in-law has moved overseas several times & is quite experienced at using every last little space in a container. Not only does that mean a smaller shipment, but it also means a more secure one as things are packed so tightly that no matter what type of weather (50 ft swells???) the ship may encounter, my load will not shift & cause breakage. All this to say that at the time of our scheduled departure we had not shipped our lift, but with the help of family, had most of it packed & ready to go to the warehouse to be packed in our container. And that my sister-in-law had volunteered to take on the task of supervising the packing (Bless you Annetta Marie!).

As the days drew closer to our departure to New York (we planned to spend Shabbat with friends of friends – more about that wonderful experience in a bit). We realized there was no way to get all the things done that we needed to get done. We ended up hiring a very reliable contractor to finish the work on our house to prepare it for sale, listed the house with a Realtor on the stipulation that it would not be shown until all the work was done so that we could get the best price for it. We made arrangements with a friend of ours who is an attorney to draw up a power of attorney contract so that he could handle the sale of the house, and any other miscellaneous loose ends we had. I confess that we left our house an absolute mess, and John David's family jumped in to coordinate and hold a garage sale of all the items we opted not to ship & work with the shipper and contractors to finalize all our pieces in Kansas. Not the best way to do this, but Baruch HaShem for them and all their hard work!

(As I'm writing this we are over Brussels & 3.75 hours from Tel Aviv!!!)

The night before our flight to NY we were up all night packing. My son Chaim came to take us to the airport at 4:30 am & we were out the door by 5:30 to be at the airport at 6:00 in time for our check in. We had 11 bags to check & 8 to carry on. Luckily with Southwest we only had to pay for more than 2 bags each (that meant 3 for us). We were exhausted by the time we boarded & most everyone dozed a little at least (Ari never has any trouble sleeping on the plane – I never seem to be able to relax enough to. ) We actually flew into Philly because we couldn't get a good flight in Islip (Long Island). The airline had lost one of our bags in flight (still not found at the time of this writing – I have no idea at this point what was in it & despair we will ever see it – in 5 weeks we can make a claim for the contents if I ever figure out what they were). The baggage clerk was kind enough to store our luggage & we took a taxi into Philly for a couple of hours (we arrive at 10:00 am & were not expected in NY until 6:00pm). We saw the liberty bell, and independence square, and the 2nd oldest synagogue in the US (not the original building, but the one the congregation is currently using). We lost our camera (sigh) and then found the diamond district (so obviously Jewish) and an incredible kosher restaurant. Finally we headed back to the airport to catch our ride to NY & met our hosts for Shabbat, the Gononsky's. You know the wonderful thing about Judaism is that your friends will have friends, who opon a recommendation from your friends will take you into their home & their lives & in 1 weekend you have wonderful new friends of your own. This happened to us. Our hosts were warm and wonderful, helpful and fun. They loaned us an extra car for touring on Friday and Sunday, fed us wonderful meals, played with our boys, introduced us to their community & in general made us feel like family. Thank you Jeff & Debbie, come see us in Israel soon so we can do the same!! Our Shabbat in NY was incredibly restful & the days before and after allowed us more time to take care of yet more loose ends (calling all our creditors & getting our address changed over, online statements set up & services suspended as necessary).

Monday the 21st dawned bright and clear & we finished up our repacking from the weekend just as our driver arrived to take us to JFK. He was Israeli and had all kinds of good advice for us as new Olim, I can summarize it as Be Patient & Be Feisty. Never take the first price offered & don't be offended by the curt manner of most. Israeli's speak their mind, but they won't be nice to your face & then talk behind your backs. We arrive at terminal 4 and checked in with Nefesh B' Nefesh right across from the El Al counter. There were lots of “Olim to be” there & everyone had lots of luggage. Turns out there are 310 people making Aliyah on this flight, the youngest 3 months & the oldest is in her 80's. In fact this is her second attempt at Aliyah, the first time she came into port on the Exodus & was turned away. This time she's going to make it! There was all the normal hassle of checking luggage and then we got to attend a short ceremony (& enjoy some delicious cake!) where we were reminded to not get caught up in the mundane bits of the trip, but to really recognize what an auspicious occasion this is.

So I do take the time to think back on the long journey this has been for me. Some highlights for me: The deep yearning to be part of a community to which I always felt drawn. The long hours of study, and extensive research into family history. The joy in my first mikvah, and seeing the triumphant look on my son's faces as they also emerged from mikvah. Circling my groom and husband of over 20 years, my best friend, as we (finally) stood under the Chuppah. The excitement we all felt as we got a message on our answering machine from our Shaliach with our TIK number. Compiling all the paperwork, attending tons of webinars, scrapping together the money for our pilot trip (first installment of this journal). The final approval letter from Nefesh B' Nefesh giving us our official login to our own Aliyah page. What a thrill then to be greeted at their counter with “Oh, the Cubines, we've talked on the phone, I'm......”

So now we are here, flying over Milano & only 3 hours from our destination. We've done paperwork on the plane with the ministry of immigration & will be citizens when we arrive. What a miracle, I am in awe of the occasion and the fulfillment of my ten year long dream.
Now the journey....... Begins!