New olim arrive in Israel for army service

New olim arrive in Israel for army service

Young Americans decide to come to Israel, join IDF. Nefesh B' Nefesh, Immigrant Absorption Ministry facilitate move

 

Liron Milshtein Published:  08.16.08, 08:39 / Israel Activism 

Forty-three young Jews from the US arrived in Israel this week, as part of a joint Nefesh B' Nefesh and Immigrant Absorption Ministry operation.

The group was sent to several kibbutzim across Israel, where the new Israelis will learn to speak Hebrew. In three months time they also intend to enlist in the IDF.

 

Other people might think it is a crazy thing to do, but if you live in Israel, you have to serve in the army, said 21-year-old Elan Bielski, who graduated from college just one day before making Aliya.

 

Bielski's family history can be made into a Hollywood movie: His grandfather, Zus Bielski and his two brothers formed the famed Bielski partisans during WWII. It was the largest group of Jewish partisans who fought against Nazi Germany, saving more than 1,200 of their brethren.

 

This family history, said young Bielski, was part of the reasons which inspired him to come to Israel.

Rachel Schneider, 18, has been thinking about coming to Israel since junior high. I'm here because I want to live in Israel, she said, adding her parents are planning to follow in her footsteps. Schneider intends to join the IDF and serve as an enlisted teacher.

Michael Basin, 22, already fluent in Hebrew, said that in his mind's eye only the best of the best join the IDF: "I want to serve in a combat unit because that's what Israel needs me to do. Suckers? I'm sorry for any Israeli who thinks we're suckers."

 

 

It's all in the name

Reasons for moving to Israel are often explicable. At times it's unavoidable, your name is your fate and 'sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name'. In new column, Liat Shpigler writes about her experiences as an old-new immigrant

 

Liat Shpigler
Published:  06.27.08, 17:17 / Israel Culture

 

My family always took the term "wandering Jew" quite literally and who was I to break the pattern? Born in Israel, raised in the States and then back to Israel 11 years ago, I learned there's nothing more important to the Jews than continuity. Before moving to Israel I lived two lives, winter, spring and fall in the States and summers in the holiest of lands.

 

As a "tourist" in Israel there were a few instances that stood out in my mind as "Israeli" and as foreign in relation to the sheltered suburbia life I lived as an American Jew in what I call a modern-day Jewish ghetto. Israel was language, it was hearing Hebrew at the airport checkout counter and feeling at home already.

 

Israel was special treatment, being isolated at the airport gate, guards at every direction making you wonder if you yourself are suspicious, it was accommodating, having to switch seats on the flight as to not offend the ultra-orthodox man sitting next to you.

 

Israel was also proud, since after waking up for breakfast (it's nice to be blessed with the natural ability to sleep on 12-hour international flights) and shortly thereafter seeing the bird's eye view of Tel-Aviv, there were no two ways to analyze the uproar of applause. People were literally thanking the pilot for landing at their destination of choice.

 

As a teenager Israel was being allowed to be outside until the wee hours of the night without a curfew, at least domestically it was safe. Israel was bold' it was a motorcyclist who stopped at a traffic light and had the audacity to tickle my foot through my open car window. It was also an old woman who could barely walk but could sure as heck cut in line at the movie theater.

 

All the above became more apparent after moving here and undergoing rigorous investigations by random people representing all walks of life. Here in Israel, your business is everyone's, from the taxi driver, to the shoe saleswoman, to the woman at the supermarket, to the bank teller and more.

 

So many mistaken concoctions for one name

 

This blatant honesty was and still is apparent in questions like, "How much money do you pay for rent? How much do you get paid at work? Why did you buy that car? Why did you cut your hair, you look so much better when it's long? Why would anyone in their right mind move to Israel?" Questions asked so rapidly that confusion leaves you no choice but to share your deepest secrets with a complete stranger. But is anyone a stranger here?

 

 I can't count the amount of times random people helped me here and how many times perfect strangers became close friends, quickly. Or, the innumerable amount of invitations I received for Shabbat and holiday dinners.

 

But it was also the fact that people understood the meaning of my name. Liat was not just a name that people uttered and mistakenly put an emphasis on the first syllable and not the second as they do in Hebrew. I mean I can understand mispronouncing Shpigler, but Liat – who knew there were so many mistaken concoctions for one name.

 

Shpigler, a.k.a. – Shipliger, Spiegler, Shpiegl, der Spiegl and so on and so forth was understandable. But here in Israel, people still haven't stopped asking me if I am related to the famous soccer player, Motaleh. (Sometimes I say I am for the kicks)

 

Liat means "you are mine" in basic Hebrew and everyone in Israel knows how to say it properly. In a course I took on Jewish folklore at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem one of my professors said a sentence in Latin that completely stuck. "Nomen est Omen" - your name is your fate.

 

 Or, according to Wikiquote, "Literally Name is omen, implying that the name is fitting for the object or person."

 

 Perhaps that is a factor in why a person would uproot themselves to a place where as the show Cheers ingeniously said, "Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name."

 

Beauty, rudeness, paradoxes, defeats, triumphs
In actuality I came to Israel 11 years ago just to join the army and then to go back to school in the States. What makes a person stay after serving with 120 men in the Golani Brigade can be left to interpretation or can be summed up as a certain sense of belonging to the greater good. Israel has its way of crawling into your veins for better or for worse and this series of articles will discuss just that.

 

As an old-new immigrant to Israel, who has heard the question "why did you come here?" more than "what is your name?" I have immersed myself enough in the culture to feel one with it, and 11 years later am still shocked by the beauty, rudeness, paradoxes, defeats and triumphs enough to view it from the side.

 

 

 

Most importantly, I learned that you can't be an Israeli without cynicism and you can't be an American Jew without dreamily and romantically sticking in the "Z" word (shhh, be careful not to say Zionism in Israel). Because I am a little of both, both elements will be apparent.