Sharon NEMIROW and Steven berger
was the year we thought that all problems regarding the surrounding Arab countries had
been solved. Yom Ha Atzmaut 1968 was the most joyous celebration
imaginable, and also Steve and my second date. I returned to my dorm room
that night to find strangers sleeping on all flat surfaces, in preparation for
the next day’s festivities. The entire campus was united in this, without
political differences that dominate all student communities everywhere.
was not just the celebrations that we loved about Hebrew University, but the
opportunities to take classes form professors who held world-wide reputations,
as well as those times we sat on the grass and ate peas we had just purchased
in the shuke, or the snowball fights with the mittens sent from home as
Chanukah gifts—my mittens being the only mittens on campus, and shared with
everyone after our one snowstorm. And that’s why we fondly remember HU.