By Yehuda Amichai, Translated by Chana Bloch
Here in this wadi we lived during the war.Many years have passed since then, many victoriesand many defeats. I have gathered many consolations in my life
Here at the shore of Ashkelon we arrived atthe end of memorylike rivers that reach the sea.
My mother died on Shavuot, at the end ofthe Counting of the Omer.Her oldest brother died in 1916; he fell in the war.