In Israel, many people who are elderly, infirm or recovering from severe illness or surgery have a live-in mittapellet, a care giver. Trained and certified caregivers come here from India and the Philippines. These lovely, self-sacrificing women leave behind families for a period of 1 to 5 years for gainful employment here. Most of them have very small children back home.

Here, they take care of their patient, do housekeeping and shopping and learn to cook in a kosher home. Many learn to speak Hebrew as well. All of the ladies were fluent in English. It is so interesting, and they are all the most amazing women. They are vetted, hired and placed through an agency. All that I’ve met are very loyal to the family they care for. They get paid well and all room and board is included. They have days off and also get a two-week leave to visit family back in India.

On October, 2023, many communities along the Northern border were evacuated due to the threat of Hizbulla invasion. And the fact hat Hizbulla were making sniper shots and RPG attacks made these kibbutzim and border towns completely unsafe for habitation. So they moved with their patients or host families, kit and kaboodle, to safer communities. They stayed in hotels and other kibbutzim that took them in. And that is where I got to meet a charming group of Indian women and we became fast friends.

Last April, as some of them were preparing to leave, we decided to get together in their dining hall and have an Indian feast. It was amazing as authentic and delicious Indian food is hard to find here. And feast it was!!!! I’ve been preparing daal (yellow split peas) and aloo gobi (potatoes and cauliflower), curries, chutney and many other dishes. But now I got to watch as naan and biryani and other amazing foods were prepared. Just as I bring ethnic foods (corn tortillas, salsa verde, flavored coffees and cans of mandarins and albacore) with me to Israel, these ladies brought lovely containers of Indian spice with them.

The kitchen was kosher and because meat and dairy products don’t mix, the chicken was bathed in coconut milk and exotic spices. We listened to and danced to Indian music. It was basically Bollywood on the kibbutz.

John has a friend, too, Rathin, who was here on his residency/internship. Rathin and Steffi both live in Tamilnadu province in the very southern tip of India. John, who always admired Rathin’s clothes, was gifted two gorgeous silk shirts. And I received the most beautiful sari. In turn, the Indians do lots of shopping for religious and holy objects, dates and dried fruit, techineh and MiddleEastern spices and trinkets to take back home with them.

In India, there is much hatred and persecution between the Hindus and the Christians. We’ve heard some incredible stories of the pogroms that happen to the Christian communities. But here in Israel, something magical happens, and everyone seems to get along splendidly.

In the previous generation, it was not uncommon for women to have five and six children. That is now frowned upon by the Indian government/health authority. Two of the women were forcibly sterilized after the birth of their second child. It’s just the way things are there. And there is so much poverty that they come to Israel and send the money back to their families. Thank goodness for modern technology, that we all share something in common – longing for our families (children and grandchildren) and the ability to reach them frequently by FaceTime and WhatsApp.

I asked the ladies what their favorite thing that they’ve seen or done here was. Resoundingly, the Catholic ladies all chimed in that to be living in the Holy Land and getting to see the many Biblical sites enriched their faith. All thought it excellent that so many people here do yoga and meditation. India is a popular spot for Israeli tourists and for kids to go after their army service. It seems there is quite the lively exchange.

John and I love the diversity here…being able to learn about and share in the different cultures. We have both been invited on a trip to India next year. It’s a huge country, so besides Kerala/ Tamil we hope to go to Bangalore and Mumbai. I don’t know if we can even get to the Taj Mahal, but at least we can experience the country authentically and first hand. I am so hoping this trip will come to fruition. Until then, I shall enjoy a few new “pen-pals.”

A short, but uplifting post as I must now prepare for the Shabbat. May the coming week bring peace and joy to all-