tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192055032012-01-24T10:18:11.893-08:00Essays and articles. Some published, some not.Fred Schlomkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14790869399893467850noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19205503.post-1132657159877011742005-11-29T10:56:00.000-08:002005-11-28T04:55:12.033-08:00

As the plane touched down there was a smattering of applause from the Jewish passengers, many of whom had never been to Israel. Benjamin Dahan was returning home for his first visit in almost ten years. He had mixed feelings. The intifada was still raging, and while he was not particularly political, Ben was torn between his feelings as a Jew, as a Zionist, and his increasing concern that

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My trip to Vietnam was transformed into a voyage of discovery through Miss Kim and her colleagues who practice Tai-Chi is the early hours of the morning by the Saigon River. Like every Vietnamese town of any size at 5.00 am daily, residents of Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon) congregate at the local waterfront to exercise together.“I hate the color red” she said quietly, her dark eyes looking

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