off to the desert of opportunities

I said goodbye to my parents and then I was really alone. A quick wander around the terminal, small talk with a tourist, and a security check.

"Beware of the shiksas", warned me a fellow traveller. If you end up with one - you're gone. Your line i cut off". hmmm.
He recycles lead from car batterries and lives in Miniapolis. Surprisingly, there are 50000 more jews ovewr there. His son is in a Yeshive for the last 7 years.
"Are you happy with that?", "Delighted!", he said with pride. "I am buying him a car. Well", he comes a little closer and lowers his voice, "to his wife. She needs to have everything she needs to have, you know? It's not easy strolling around with three babies".
Almost as hard as leaving your home and going away to the middle of the desert. What the hell am I doing? But I'm killing those tohughts while still little. Don't want to let them grow much.
One thing is for sure though - as I am waiting here in the terminal, people are smiling at me. I am not quite sure why. At first I thought I put my shirt backwards again, but then realized they are just generally the smiling type of people.


I just boarded the smallest plane I've ever been on. Ok, it's not as small as you might think, but it's so small I think we are going to glide.
I just hope nobody lights a cigarette, as the paper walls might burn down in midair.
We are taking off, and so am I. The show is about to begin.