Why fight? she thought. For what? For a piece of land? A piece of land that was still half stones and thornbushes even after months of hard work? And was it supposed to just go on like this forever—fighting the Arabs, fighting for survival? Her Hebrew had improved, but she noticed she was still thinking in German. Recently, Moshe had snapped at her for speaking German, a language many kibbutzniks understood better than Hebrew. “Will you stop that?” he’d said. “That’s Hitler’s language.” She’d defended herself without thinking, unleashing her fury for the first time. “Yes, it sure is. I’m well
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