Kibbutz

It’s dark outside the kibbutz with distant laughter and conversations from other trip members talking while sitting on their plastic chairs outside their compact cabins. American citizens and Israeli citizens conversing in English, sharing experiences while sitting around their outdoor tables. At midnight they are smoking and drinking in very cozy clothing. I and Yael with feelings of great joy walk up the stairs of an old graffitied basement shortly after a couple of drinks and a dance in a club setting with smiles stretched from ear to ear. As we walk up in tipsy state of minds I tap my hip against her’s and she excites in laughter. I’am wearing a comfortable white shirt with khaki shorts and very comfortable beige puma sneakers. She is wearing a sporty feminine black tank top with dark blue jeans and cool olivine slippers with large designed circular holes for style and air for the feet to absorb in the hot summer environment. Her fresh dark hair-style fits her round face perfectly. With large captivating brown eyes and soft skin a woman like Yael can take a man’s breath away. Yael is very vivacious in nature absent from feminine shyness and exerts no signs of worries. As we walk to her friend’s cabin who resides in the kibbutz whose name is also Yael, we pass through a beautifully dark grass trimmed path where pole lights are no longer shining into our faces. At this time I am holding my portable minidisk Panasonic video camera and recording the atmosphere along with Yael for treasured memories. Every second of that path with Yael to her friend’s house opens up your soul with energy to do many things. I am in love with Yael at first sight and it feels like a healthy shock to my heart. My attitude towards Yael turns into an obsessive spiritual attachment towards her that cannot be perished. Walking through this path she jests that scorpions pass through here as well and since she was wearing slippers it was not true. Her friend’s cabin would be just at the right corner after the end of the three minute walk from our starting point from where the basement of a building was located. There appears to be light shining right outside the cabin door area from the ceiling indented into the driveway. We sit down right outside her friend’s cabin in a state of thirst from all the dancing and she tells me to wait outside for a little bit as she goes inside. I sit outside on an old and unattractive chair. Although I am in a tipsy state of mind I do not feel the heat but do feel a bit hydrated. She comes out with two mugs filled up with boiled water while I record her from my video camera and its mini-side screen which displays the video simultaneously as it records and lacks the absorption of light in contrast to the accuracy of the human eye from the ceiling’s light bulb. She has her back facing me as she inquires banteringly in botanical allegory “Do you want to try my some grass?” What she meant was, would you like some tea? Her friend Yael interrupts the conversation by exiting her cabin, approaching Yael and exchanging some remarks in Hebrew and goes back inside watching television. Although they share same names and similar height, her friend has blonde hair, blue eyes and can be classified as reserved in nature. While Yael has her back towards me she is picking leaves from a plant pot situated on a table outside the cabin and distributes them into the mugs for us to drink from. As she hands me the mug she crosses her eyes inward and blows air from her mouth towards her hair that elevates and lands in its healthy form in a very comical manner and says “Try this”. I smiled as I received the offer of hospitality while I looked down the mug I witnessed dark green leaves with their thin hairs piercing through the surface of the water floating close to each other like ships with flagpoles gradually moving close to each other while being stationed in rows at beachfronts from a sky viewpoint. As we sat we began to interview ourselves, our lives and our experiences.