Through my daughter's eyes

We stayed in an apartment in the center of Jerusalem. [Elana] got to know the children of my Israeli friends, kids exactly her age named Raffa and Dafi. From our balcony, you could see Gilo in the distance. Many nights we heard shelling, and one night we could even smell the smoke from the guns. Tha...

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Published inThe Canadian Jewish news (Toronto) Vol. 31; no. 47
Main Author Geller, Laura
Format Newspaper Article
LanguageEnglish
Published Don Mills, Ont Canadian Jewish News 15.11.2001
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Jerusalem
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Summary:We stayed in an apartment in the center of Jerusalem. [Elana] got to know the children of my Israeli friends, kids exactly her age named Raffa and Dafi. From our balcony, you could see Gilo in the distance. Many nights we heard shelling, and one night we could even smell the smoke from the guns. That particular night Elana asked me to lock the balcony door. She heard Raffa and Dafi's parents talk about how hard life was for them, and how much they needed their American friends to come to Israel to visit. And she asked a lot of questions: Why didn't the other Arab nations solve the Palestinian refugee crisis? Is Israel making the situation even more difficult by closing roads and making it impossible for Palestinians to work? Why didn't Arafat accept Barak's peace plan? Can Arafat really control the terrorists? Elana's first trip was very different from mine. I hope one day she'll love Jerusalem as I do. I do know that as she grows up, the words from Psalm 122 she heard in our Jerusalem synagogue will always evoke strong feelings for her: "Our feet are standing at your gates, Jerusalem, built as a city bound firmly together where tribes once went up to give thanks to the Eternal, where thrones of justice were once set, thrones of the house of David. Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, may they prosper who love her."
ISSN:0008-3941