When mom told us it is raining in Tzur Moshe we smiled and said the weather here is fantastic. We even added “touch wood”…

A passing cloud shed some drops and I, defiantly, pulled out a plastic bag and covered Itai. The cloud got the point and continued on. The ones who missed the point and continued as well were us.
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When we got to a place which is the most distant geometrical point from any shelter… its friends arrived… this time the plastic bag was useless.
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Itai is wet inside the bag, I am soaked without a bag and our shoes are 5 pounds heavier with all the mud.

We are so lucky that Orna lives but minutes away and is on her way to “rescue” us. I can already feel the hot cup of tea I am about to embrace shortly.