this is the family that rescued my bag.
it was a little miracle, my bag. it “disappeared” when i unresponsably left it in the back of the shelter next to the give-away pile.it had a lot in it, a camera, my wallet, my FRISBEE… but i wasn’t really worried about it… just a little confused whether i should stay down south in eilat, since i didn’t really have any money besides what had been in the bag.
so i stayed. and the mom, in the picture, called and found me the next day. everything was in it, nothing lost. she went through every single piece of scrap paper in my wallet, explaining the whole story in a language i couldn’t understand… the man in the picture translated a few sentences into english.
and i had an amazing week and a half in eilat.
