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questioned by a shadow Mossad-like figure, we
were off through security to do our covid tests.
This mostly occurred without a hitch, except of
course for some of us having the wrong test
booked and a too-close-to-comfort encounter
with some violent anti-vaxxers.

‘Now’, we ignorantly thought, ‘Now is where the
shnat journey starts’. Of course we were wrong,
again, because it was already 1am and by the time
we got off the two hour coach ride to Kibbutz
Ravid we were immediately showed to our
isolation “rooms”. I say rooms in speech marks
because they were not really what one would call
rooms (I hope that was clear). They were two
refurbished shipping containers, complete with an
outside area, consisting of a concrete bench.
Perhaps I’m being too harsh, that bench
symbolises our first connection as a kvutsah. We
ate on that bench, we sang, laughed, and talked to
the Australians through a metal gate from that
bench (not that we had much choice).