Judit Bácskai, at The Blogs

Feb 24, 2019, 10:53 PM

Windswept clouds are floating over the Arava again. Tiny, tousled spots of whipped cream, smeared paint on a blue sheet, squirted soapy leather. Waves roll across the surface of the sky as if I were looking at the sea,...

Dec 2, 2017, 9:07 PM

Three Days Off

These three days off came as a surprise. I just sat at home and the house was empty around me. The emptiness felt good. I haven’t been alone in the house since the end of September when I started...

Sep 11, 2017, 6:20 PM

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Ba Midbar

A month after arriving in Israel, everything -- clouds, roads, barbed wire, Eilat -- is breathtaking

Mar 7, 2017, 10:08 PM

A Narrow Bridge

I didn’t used to believe in God. He was some kind of a fantasy-born figure, who could do anything, knew everything, would reward you if you’d been good and punish you if you’d been bad. At least, that was what...

About Me

The wind. That’s what the desert means to me, the kibbutz that I now live in. That constantly blowing wind that washes over me, slowly flushes off all the pieces of mud that has clung to me the past years. In the country I had left I would have had no chance of ever rinsing it off. But here in Israel somehow every day is a new promise, the promise of a new life.