As a Jew, I woke up to light. The war is over. The living hostages are home. The sky feels impossibly wide again — like someone opened a window after two years of holding our breath.
As a Jew, I feel the unbearable lightness of survival —…
As a Jew, I woke up to light. The war is over. The living hostages are home. The sky feels impossibly wide again — like someone opened a window after two years of holding our breath.
As a Jew, I feel the unbearable lightness of survival —…