Which means that exactly 36 years ago, I landed at Ben-Gurion Airport, amidst the traditional applause usually heard only on El Al flights, with the intention of making this country my own.
I was excited as I inched along the aisle to the sound of traditional Hebrew songs, and not at all worried. Things would work out, somehow.
And they did. I couldn’t have hoped for more. I’m glad I came and stayed.