Passports and other mishaps, part I
There are unquantifiable benefits to coming to Israel through a group program, as opposed to on your own: for example, the knowledge that someone else would take care of the bureaucratic hassles of renewing my volunteer visa after the first three months, thus relieving me from having to do the dirty work myself. You can imagine my disappointment when my madricha pulled me aside one day and explained that she was unable to obtain an extension of my visa for me. "It seems that you're Israeli," she informed me. "No that's not possible", I explained. Turns out I was mistaken. You see, my mom lived in Israel for several years when she was around my age, before returning to the Land of Opportunity in 1978. |
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