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Ein Yahav

Written by: Yehuda Amichai | Biography
 A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert,
a drive in the rain.
Yes, in the rain.
There I met people who grow date palms, there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees, there I saw hope barbed as barbed wire.
And I said to myself: That's true, hope needs to be like barbed wire to keep out despair, hope must be a mine field.



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