2,000 Ancient Aramaic Business Scribbles (including the delivery of 30 mice)

Once a week I drive from Jerusalem to my daughter’s. She lives in Shoham, a little town near Ben Gurion Airport on the highway to Tel Aviv. In just a half hour, the mountains of Jerusalem gradually give way to open plains. Most of the fields here are cultivated. The color of the fields changes according to the season. At the end of winter, one can see the furrows in the brown fields. The color then becomes pale green with the sprouting in spring. Next comes the golden stubble at the beginning of summer. In late June and July, […]