The return from Poland at the ungodly hours of dawn last week proved a hard, but relieving day. After the intensive, jam-packed week filled with talk of Jewish life and death in Europe, returning to daily Kibbutz Tzuba life with school the next day seemed like a culture shock. Back into the swing of things so soon. It was such a change in the mood from the past somber week that it almost felt surreal. But in any case, it felt amazing to be back in the Promised Land, away from the ugliness and depressive grim taste of a country filled with a connotation of evil for the Jews. As life resumed in the present, I was content with being a Jew in Israel.