Finding a Safety Net in the Experiences of the Unknown

When I was 18, I headed to Israel to spend the summer volunteering on a kibbutz. This had been a rite of passage in my family. I’d grown up hearing stories about my father’s experience on Kibbutz Mahanayim, where he once witnessed a chicken run around without its head, and my mother’s experience on Kibbutz Mishmar Hanegev, where she was paid in chocolate and cigarettes.

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