As with all my recent journeys to Israel, we stopped by Kibbutz Givat Haim to see the cemetary. My Saba Eliezar (aka Ludwig Friedlander), Savta Chay’la, Aunt Hagar, and Grandfather Tuvia are buried there. It is a very peaceful place with pine trees overhead keeping the wind cool and serene. While we waited for my folks to meet us here (coming from a tour of the Technion with Gabriel), I showed Leora, Fred, Anne, and David around. It brought me back to my childhood when I remember playing tag near the dining hall (Hadar Ochel), swimming in the pool (Brecha), or just hanging out with family near Saba and Savta’s little house. I couldn’t help but feel like it was a place I could have called home, but never had the opportunity to do so. Now with the kibbutzim changing, I doubt I will ever be able to come and live on one. Though I still long to in my dreams.