Tomorrow,
the 13th of Menachem Av (Wednesday, August 1) marks the Expulsion
from K'far Darom, Gush Katif. Former residents of K'far Darom and
guests will meet in Shavei Darom, just outside of Netivot, where a
core group of expellees from K'far Darom are building a new
community, and then proceed to the Kissufim Crossing, which had been
the main entry point to Gush Katif.
The
Kissufim Crossing, named after nearby Kibbutz Kissufim, was the main
entrance to Gush Katif. The Or Movement Negev Information Center
explains the meaning of the kibbutz's name: The name "Kissufim"
means longing, craving for the Land of Israel, good and sharing
life.
Since
the Expulsion Gush Katif reunions at the Kissufim Crossing, where
meeting friends had been a routine occurrence, are particularly
poignant. We meet, and yearn for our land which lies beyond the
crossing.
Every
year we return to the same place. Every year we leave with a new
layer of memories and understandings.
One
of the times that we met our neighbors from K'far Darom for our
yearly reunion at the Kissufim – there never has been a more
appropriate name – Crossing into Gush Katif, I collected a a
simple, but very dear to me, souvenir. I don't take a souvenir every
year, but that year I wanted one, to help me remember the day.
We
parked a short distance from the crossing and proceeded on foot. I
honestly had no idea how far we were going to walk. I hadn't verified
exactly what the schedule was and I feared that the army had denied
permission to reach the Kissufim Crossing. We passed the "Closed
Military Zone" signs and continued. I didn't was to get my hopes
up, but I started to think that maybe, just maybe, we would reach the
small part of Gush Katif still not fully abandoned.
We
walked towards home, on the road leading to Gush Katif. To our right,
Gush Katif, under the (supposed) control of Hamas, and to our left, a
Jewish farmer, working in his fields. Only a simple fence stood
between him and the Gaza Strip. I was jealous of that farmer, who
could gaze into Gush Katif and almost touch it. We reached the
Kissufim Crossing. I hadn't fully believed that we would reach it
until we did. I looked forward, into the Gush and it was hard to
accept that we would not proceed further. I could see almost to the
T-intersection, and from there I imagined the way home: a right turn,
just a bit more, and then K'far Darom.
In
reality I looked at the desolation around me. A few cement barriers
were all that remained. Not even a small building was left in the
place that had once been so full of life: people coming and going,
waiting for rides. We read Psalms, cried, prayed and spoke of Gush
Katif.
A
young woman, a new bride, continued on in an attempt to reach home.
And so she cried out to the soldier who tried to stop her. My
daughter asked me, "What is she trying to do?" I replied
that she was trying to reach her home. "But she has a home, she
is married. She doesn't live in Ashkelon any more (Interesting. An
expellee apartment in Ashkelon isn't a real home, but an apartment
somewhere else, but still outside of Gush Katif is a real home?)
and..." I interrupted her, pointed towards K'far Darom and
choking back the tears said, "Home is there. Never forget that
home is there." Perhaps it was for that moment that we had come.
Mixed emotions filled and surrounded everyone present. No-one wanted
to leave, despite the shooting and the IDF tank that suddenly pulled
up next to us.
I
wanted a souvenir. My eyes searched the area. Should I take a flower
or a plant and dry it? Would a rock be better, or some earth? Then I
saw the bricks marking the parking area. Most of them were still in
place, waiting for us to return. A few were slightly askew, waiting
for us to return and repair. I noticed also broken bricks, that were
of no use. I took one as a souvenir. I didn't want a plant that had
grown on its own. I took something that we had brought to Gush Katif,
a sign that we had come and built.
G-d
willing we will return and build anew the broken remnants.