A description of contradiction  

And finally, the holiday!

The gates of HaKfar HaYarok pass over us in a hurry to get to the bus station which is unfortunately on the other side of the street and, “Oh my God we have two more minutes. HURRY UP! The next bus leaves at 4!” The multitude of bags we carry (are 3 bags and a suitcase enough for 4 days?) stop us from going any faster, and we arrive at the bus station a few minutes late. As we wait for the next one, we take a few sweaty selfies, as to celebrate our first minutes of “freedom”.

Rosh Hashana is coming, and it’s the first chance we, the foreign students, have to experience the real Israeli culture. A few great host families will take us in out of the goodness of their heart, to feed us for the holiday, and trust me, there is a lot of feeding involved.  The food is incredible though, tasty and exquisite, and now I see why people are telling me, “wait until you experience real Israeli food”. It is great, guys!

However, that is just a small part of what Israel is. The rush all around you, the mix of gargantuan concrete buildings (I might be subjective, I have never seen a skyscraper before) and trees all around make you feel tiny and insignificant compared to the beauty of the world.

But small is not actually describing what I feel here. Whenever I take a second from our extremely busy, but extremely entertaining, fun and useful schedule, I realize I am special… I am one of the only few people who had this amazing chance to be part of the EMIS family and to get access to a special type of education, and the number of adjectives I used in this paragraph does not convey how amazing that feels.  Finally, this school starts to make me free, and I am able now to imagine the multitude of possibilities I will have after, to visit the world and make the best of me that I can.

All in all, every experience here is enlightening, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. ‘Cause now, this is my world.

Written by Maria Tirnovanu

Edited by Carlos Sevilla


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