When we first moved to Israe lwe went straight to a moshav in the south.
It’s a little hard to put into words exactly what kind of place it was. All I can say is that it had one small freezer for chickens. One aisle for canned goods one shelf for cheeses and a children’s swimming pool filled with live carp.
The first week we were there I put about five frozen chickens into my cart like any American lady doing her weekly shopping. Everyone in the store looked into my cart and gave me sharp looks while I tried to smile. It was a very hard time especially as I’d just left my whole life behind.
The moshav did have a nurse and a doctor but they only came once a week. So if you weren’t feeling well you had a whole week to get better. The nurse had a stash of antibiotics on hand from which she allowed only a seven-day treatment; if you had strep therefore you’d get it again in a week.
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