Chapter 39, Borochov
1965 “Are you ready?” asked mom. “We have an appointment at your new school, you don’t want to set a bad impression before you start.” We had a long walk ahead of us. The new school was closer to downtown Netanya. We were about to move to a new neighborhood. “I wish we were staying here” I said to mom. “I know,” she said. “Me too, but you saw the landlord decided he wants to move back into this house and your dad found us an apartment. It is going to be our own apartment, no more paying rent.” “Yeah, but all my friends are here, and I will have to start over at another school.” To myself I was thinking about the blond girl I met on our class trip to Tel Aviv. I will never have a chance to be with her in the same class. “You will make new friends.” “I hope so.” The new school was called Be’eri ” (it means, My Well”) after Berl Katznelson, a Zionist leader who started the Israeli Union. The school was located on “ Be’eri street and right next to the Union’s Medical Center. “See”, sa