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baking, pasta, Israeli salad, showers, and shnatz. We
would show up to the peulot to debate fundamental
issues of Judaism, often very tired. The tzevet refused to
let the sichot be as exhausted as we were, and we
gradually began to have intense, yet constructive,
conversation about the meaning of the work, our time in
Israel, and our Judaism.

At first the abstract ideas of labour and
connection to the land meant little to us. We felt so
removed from the idea of the chalutz. The change came
slowly and we didn't really notice it until we left Ravid to
work on a nearby moshav. We found that we missed our
matayim. And they really were ours. Ravid slowly became
home, as we learned to recognize each chalka as we
took our havdalah walks and took in the beautiful views.
To work in this place with people we care about and for
a goal we believe in has been such a privilege and the
experience has brought us closer to our ideals and to
each other.

Because of all this and more, we want to say
thank you to our amazing shorashim tzevet, Noa, Toviah,
Ronen, our matayim tzevet and the wonderful, Maayan,
and our madricha Anya. This experience would not at all
be the same without you, and we’re still secretly plotting
how to adopt you all into our new apartment in Haifa.

Our kvutsa has come so far in just two months.
Since coming here we have grown together, learned
together, worked, eaten, played, and laughed together.
We have worked our way through disagreements and we
come out of them stronger every time. We have evolved
from awkward strangers who stood at least an arms
length apart in every photo, to Kvutsa Chatsav. It hasn't
always been easy but we have loved it and we’re looking
forward to what comes next.