Welcome to our blog cataloguing the adventure that is Zak, Miri and Ashira’s aliyah. We will each do some of the writing (10 month old Ashira’s contributions will be slightly shorter!) and hopefully it may entertain and inform as we go.
Nine months after telling work that we were
leaving, the aliyah process is well underway. As we stumble, trip and stagger
through the process of leaving, arriving and eventually settling we’ll keep
track of our progress right here.
You might have heard that there’s some
striking going on at the Foreign Ministry meaning that there are no visas to be
had. It’s nail-biting stuff but eventually we have our flights booked and we
will be on our way visa-less British passports in hand.
As we sat worrying about when our shipment
might go, when we could book flights, when to go and buy all the things we need
from John Lewis we couldn’t help but feel a little bit self involved.
As good Brits the obvious thing seemed to
be to write a stern but polite letter of complaint to somebody. As the draft
took shape in my mind it struck me that my letter would have to be addressed to
the most senior person I could think of. Having been dealing with the Jewish
Agency for Israel throughout the process, the chariman was the obvious address.
A series of complaints found their way onto
the page, and eventually the recipient’s name needed inserting at the top.
Discovering that Natan Sharansky was to receive my moan put things into a
sudden and very sharp perspective and the letter promptly found its way to the
bin.
In a generation when we’re worrying about
which kettle to bring to Israel it is somewhat refreshing to be slightly
inconvenienced.
I’m
sure that the good natured idealism will be short lived but let’s hope that it sees
us on to the ground in Tel Aviv.
In any event it seems that whilst the
consulate might have put down their pens (or rubber stamps) ElAl are still
taking bookings and a few forms later we are one step closer to making it
happen.
Onwards and upwards!
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