This is the fifth day of our vacation. Today was a good day. We drove down with my family to the Dead Sea, covered ourselves with mud, drove back to Jerusalem, ate excellent Kurdish food in Jerusalem, walked through the market, and drove back to Tel Aviv.

It was the first day of the vacation where we didn’t mingle with Israeli people. I didn’t get upset at all, or got frustrated. It was, when I think of it, an excellenet day. We just made Shabbat dinner with prayers for the bread and the wine.

I feel that another layer of my identity is starting to fade.