Everything about the land was out of place if you had only just arrived, only the stinging, Mediterranean sun burning the ground reassured one that you were in the Holy Land. At least it was strange for Adina to be there, but after the few years she had lived there she had grown used to calling this her home. A Polish Jew, finally home in the land of honey and milk, the ancient land of Israel.

Danny, or Daniel as was his real name, was an old and trusted friend of Adina. They had fought back in the old-country against all odds, and today she had been told that his cousin would be joining them and many others to return to the Holy Land. Adina didn't know what to expect, how Saul would sound like or look like, and it was a surprise to her when she finally saw Danny's cousin embraced what must have been him. Like many others, this was the first time relatives had seen their loved ones for years, some separated during escape from the Nazis or being divided up when they were sent by train to the camps of death. The memories of gas chambers and execution-squads was all to fresh in the mind of the world, and just as much for Adina. 

She let the cousins finish their greetings before Danny introduced her to Saul, and told him that she would help him out. As Danny hustled off, Adina stepped towards Saul and reached out her hand to him, smiling. "Welcome Saul, I've heard a lot about you from Danny, but you don't look like what I expected. I'm Adina Isaacs, a friend of Danny is a friend of mine. Come, I'll show you were you'll sleep." 

Adina gestured Saul to follow her and started walking past the communal farming fields. "You fought for the British I hear, must have been tough leaving the old-country, knowing what was going on back home and not being able to help. I don't blame you, you and the other Polish soldiers fought bravely and you never let Poland down. So I guess that you were given a warm welcome by the Irgun on your way here?"