The pressure is on, I guess. Quite a few people have written to ask when I'm going to post Part Six of "How Lisa Came to Israel." This week was a bit crazy, and I'm not much of a multi-tasker - so I've set aside Friday afternoon/evening to finish writing the post. Sorry for the delay...

Meanwhile, my old flatmate Ilanit dropped over unexpectedly this afternoon. She lives in Rosh Pina now, was visiting Tel Aviv and just needed a place to take a nap between appointments. After she'd slept I took a break from writing the article I had to finish by tonight, and read Part Five aloud to her while she ate the dinner I'd cooked. Ilanit's a bit of a Luddite - she refuses to have a computer at home and didn't know I maintain a blog.

When I'd finished reading she stared at me and said slowly, "You know, that's exactly the way it was."

We started to reminisce, and nearly ended up crying. I'm really having a hard time with the realization that we never dealt with what we went through. We just buried it. And continued to live our lives.