Walking through the streets of Jerusalem, fingers blackened from handling the charred coals of the bonfire we just extinguished. Dressed in our shnattiest sweats, we convince ourselves to leave the flat and head to Gan HaAtzmaut, with one small detour. A cold night, but we are armed with blankets and goodies. Girl talk ensues, and we regale each other with stories of our past and present lives. When more people arrive, the talks turn more trivial and fun. A game here, a song there. Fireworks, chocolate, spills, giggles, promises, leggings, and secrets. An emotional walk home, hindered by the amount of smoke in the air covering all of Jerusalem. And now for bed time.
Shnat Netzer
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