What complicated matters is that there was no eiruv in our town. For me that meant that even if I had a bad cold (Is there a good cold?), I could not place tissues in my pocket.
So I prayed and I prayed. One night, I ask G-d to give me a sign – should I go to the Land of Israel or not? The next morning, there was a big travel brochure in my mailbox. On the cover was a ...