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I have seen so many women I do not know what to do. Now I must find one that will want to go to Africa with me. That should be a difficult thing to do, probably impossible. I can go with Mr California. He is going and gave me the idea. But I do not think I can trust him. I trust women much more than I do men. It is difficult to find people to travel with here, because everyone goes to a kibbutz to work. Last night was New Year's Eve. My NY friend and I and the two girls went to a club at the university. Had an interesting time. So today is 1 January 1968. The time, it is going by.

If I go to Africa and then after I came back, the trip would only be a month in duration, I may then work on a Kibbutz. Most of the younger people come here to work Kibbutz. It is complete socialization. Room and board is all provided and as is everything necessary. One works in the fields picking fruit or doing whatever is necessary. It is a bit like the army. It might be good experience, but that is all it would be.

I remember we visited the Wailing Wall, and the Dome of the Rock, in this brief period. Everybody is a proselytizer. Isn't it the greatest. 'It' was never defined. 'It' was where you stood - now. My little acre. I never thought in terms of acres, and castle complexes, all so-l labyrinth-like, yea-I-know. When I thought of land, I thought of free-swamp, that no-one could dump-on, like the one south-east of the island Song Lake. What was all the fuss? Something about land for the first time in a millennium-ever-naw. The land is all of ours. "Anybody can play, if you can-shoot, if you" can-think, "and if you-can afford it."

Did the wall wail? I heard it-not. You were supposed to get on your knees and kiss the cold-stone WALL. What ya-know - another Wall, East Berlin. I was enamored of walls. This was a symbolic-wall, a wall of mind. "You stay down-there, mind-you." As a rule, I don't like to kiss-walls. The ground once, I admit. But-then // what I do // and would kiss // others maybe not. Kissing things like flags, floors, walls I did-not do. Just another institution. It was said by someone that an old man - you see right-there - came every day for some years, kneeled, kissed the wall - and prayed for some hours. All this kissie-kissy. The Arabs kiss the ground, how many times a day. If I was going to kiss, I wanted to kiss and make-up please am? Bitter grief - they had no-temple. They had a wall to keep them out.

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