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Nachalat Binyamin, The Dolphinarium

It’s Dec. 31, 1999 and I’m driving from my hometown of Jerusalem to Tel Aviv with my love.
First destination: Nachal Binyamit, to the artist shuk. Objective: To buy a ring that symbolizes our decision to marry.
It’s hard to find a ring my size, small enough for me that won’t look too childish. Everyone suggests that I should order one and come back next week to get it. Next week?? That will be in the next millennium!! I’ve waited over 30 years, I want a ring NOW. We went through every stall, and finally found one. There wasn’t a happier person on earth than me.
Next destination: The Beach. It was getting late and we didn’t want to miss the last sunset of the millennium. On the Tel Aviv beach, we watched a round blazing sun descending for its last time into the sea, into the new millennium. The drum circle that had gathered on the beach sang to me a farewell song to my old life as a bachelorette, and the start of a new era.

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Shenkin street

Although I am a woman, and the average Tel-Avivi male will always try to give me “helpful” advice, I am the best parking-spot finder and parallel- parker in the world. I have parked (LEGALLY) on: Shenkin street on a friday afternoon, on Rothchild blvd on a pretty day, and on Bugrashov street during brunch hour. I have only gotten 3 parking tickets in my life.

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Ramat Aviv

Late afternoon, summer. I come home for a 24-hour furlough from miluim (reserve army service). As I have dashed from sentry duty to my car, I am shlepping my full outfit – vest with full complement of loaded ammo magazines, two canteens, steel helmet, and of course my weathered M16. Any adult familiar with the Israeli scene need only glance at me to see me for what I am – aging, non-combat duty, buck private, fatigues worn by generations, dead tired and dying for a shower.

The big yard in front of our apartment building is full of kids, shouting excitedly around the ice cream vendor’s van. An 8-year old neighbor recognizes me, peels off from the crowd and looks at me with eyes bright with admiration:

“Wow! You Golani or something?”

Golani being a crack infantry brigade in the IDF, I buy him a large cone.

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