1967-1968 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 it was also Steve’s and my second date. I returned to my dorm room that night to find strangers sleeping on surfaces in preparation for the next day’s festivities. The entire campus was united in this, without political differences that dominate many student communities.
However, it was not just the celebrations that we loved about Hebrew University, but the opportunities to take classes from 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 shuk (market), or the snowball fights with the mittens sent from home as Hanukkah 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.