The day I became a rebel listening to the bagpipes of Bethlehem
Memory is a funny thing. It can sneak up on you in the strangest ways – like when I get a whiff of cardamom that takes me back to playing at my grandfather’s feet while he drank his coffee as the sun came up. And suddenly, that memory overtakes me and makes me a child again. Or when I gather with my family for a festive meal – the same jokes, the same gripes… our faces may age but we are the same, and I go back to the role I always played around the family table — the kid, the...
Source: timesofisrael.com