Night… It is late and I am still at my books. In the room – death silence. Only the sound of my sleeping sister’s snoring in the next room and the very slow ticking of the clock reach my ears from time to time and interrupts my reading. It is midnight. I lift my eyes and my gaze meets the blue box that hangs on the wall in front of me. I forget my books and the white letters become distinct and shining. The letters blossoms into words and I read aloud: Keren Kayemet LeIsrael. It is a short phrase but its content is deep.

A second scene, completely different appears in front of me.

I see the coast of the Mediterranean and all its ports: Haifa, Jaffa, and Tel-Aviv.

In my mind’s eye I see pioneers – men and women – getting off boats singing Anu Banu Artza and all of nature is singing with them. The water of the sea is blue and the whole horizon looks like a big blue box and instead of the money saved in my small box, I see fields and vineyards, gardens and orchards, cities and villages, and everywhere sounds of joy are heard.
People are walking holding up their heads. Above the fields voices are heard: “We have a land and its name is Palestine”. Everything is alive, Jubilant. Out of every coin in my small box, buildings villages are multiplying within the big box, the natural one, in Eretz Israel.

And here I am there in Eretz Israel: settlements… buildings… gardens… orchards… schools…

I saw it, my land, with all its beauty and glory. The whole land looks as one big green garden and the spirit of God is on it.