Wandering - a retreat for dreamers of a happy reality

Does running water in the desert smell? Smell of dust and rocks? Smell friendships with people I've never met? Smell chirping little songbirds and peeping foxes? I don't know how to name smells, but I breathed and moved and talked and kept quiet and was present. And I'm here.

There is a small settlement, of a desert tribe, called Jahalin. They were moved by the Israeli government from Arad, and today their home is threatened with moving and evacuation again (the court hearing in February postponed the decisions to April. Which means that they are again hanging in the air. So this is an opportunity to come and provide moral and financial support). Some of them live in Khan al-Ahmar, where, on Friday, we will meet, at Ibrahim's, in whose hospitality tent we will stay, wander and walk around the place. We can see a different reality, half an hour away from Jerusalem. And see…