It is not until you are out of Israel that you feel the pain that surrounds you. You step outside, look in, and see what is really there. The fire in Yemin-Orde has affected me heavily, I need to help, to rebuild, re-invent, renew.

To be a Jew outside of Israel now is to be disconnected to the lifeblood of the Jewish people. The state of Israel for all it's flaws is ours, a place for us to be as we wish to be, in security and happiness and opportunity. It is not a mirage, a pleasant distraction from the reality of animosity that surrounds the Jew outside of his or her home.

We are not robots, we need to dream and aspire to something beyond ourselves. To know that we were put into this world for a purpose, to help, to make things better and happier. To have a drive that burns inside us, to roar like a lion when we rise in the morning and to lay our heads on pillow safe in the knowledge that we have done what we could this day to make the world a little bit of a better place.

It is so cold in London, bitter cold that bites your insides. People seem ok, happy to be going in the direction of the system, of capitalism and desire and baseless happiness. I cannot do so.