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September 28, 2004


The word you may be looking for is "nachas." In any event, these people are Israelis, so they are members of my tribe.

Yes, I was going to say the same thing, but Jonathan beat me to it. THe word can also be pronounced NACHAT, which may be where the "T" came in.

I just discovered your site via Diane Mason. Keep up the magnificent work. Perhaps you'd like to read about my views of he ME conflict at http://www.richardsilverstein.com/tikun_olam/mideast_peace/index.html . I think they're very similar to Diane's.

I look forward to taking a more in depth look at yr. blog in the coming days.


Jonathan - that's a very sweet attitude to take, and I am happy you feel that way. In the USA, it is said the native Americans believe that anyone whose grandfather is buried in here must be a Native American. I'm sure the same applies in Palestine/Israel. (even leaving out the tradition that we all descend from Abraham, via either Sarah or Hagar)

Richard - welcome, and thanks for your kind words. I am pretty sure I visited your blog once or twice last year. I'll be back.

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