From the charred remains, those scallywags be returnin' home after a year o' pirate-worthy mayhem! Arrr!
2024-10-05
Arrr, matey! In this fine kibbutz, the crew be bandin' together like a hearty ship's crew, mendin' their sails after the wicked storm of the October 7 massacre. With a hearty yo-ho, they be settlin' back home, stronger than a kraken's grip!
Ahoy, mateys! Lend me yer ears, fer I be tellin’ ye a tale from the fair lands of Israel, where the kibbutzim, those agricultural havens, doth be found. Once thought a paradise with fields o’ green and splendid red anemones, these shores be under constant bombardment, with the folks sayin’, “Ninety-nine percent o’ the time, it’s as sweet as honey; but that one percent? It be pure hell!”On that fateful day o’ October 7, brave lass Inbal Liberman, daughter of Ofer, did swing open the arms lockers like a true buccaneer, rallying her crew to fight off the scurvy dogs o’ Hamas. They battled fiercely, preventin’ a massacre worse than a storm at sea!
After the ruckus calmed, some two-thirds of the folk returned home, but a handful still be livin’ like drifters, haunted by the shadows of their fallen mates. Ofer, now back in his kibbutz, be managing the farm whilst holdin’ onto hope. 'Tis all about livin’ together, he says, for community be the lifeblood of their way o’ life, even as they dance with the specter of war.
So raise a tankard to resilience, ye scallywags, as the kibbutzim folk strive to return to their sweet ninety-nine percent of paradise! Yarrr!