(This article expands the metaphor I drew of Israel as a “husband” which I introduced in my first blog of this series.) When I got off the El Al plane with the Nefesh B’Nefesh charter flight, which I joined as in-flight press, I admit I felt like French-kissing the land. It had been year since we’ve seen each other. Only my love was different than the starry-eyed love I encountered among the ne…
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