Last night it was so hot in my room that I couldn;t sleep. or raher, I slept from 9.30pm until 11pm, wherupon I went to sit outside, where it was much cooler, with Boston girl, another mitnadevet here. I talked to her for half an hour, then went back to bed and slept til 6.30am, before getting up and going to the Cheder Ochel (dining room, literally, 'room of food')before ambling off to work at 8am.
I was placed in the Gan, for 3-4 year olds. None of the kids or staff spoke any English.
Unfortunately, my limited Hebrew doesn't extend to medical lexicon, nor does it include anything about cuddly toys or makebelieve creatures. My Hebrew is also nowhere near good enough to decipher tantrums and heated accusations levelled at one child to another, through a thick sheet of tears and screams.
It could have been worse though - althouhg the language barrier was ridiculous, even dangerous, the kids were really sweet - these two twins refused to leave me alone, and the little boy, 'I', kept doing little dances for me, and singing along to the music. Then we made challah, and I helped the kids, and the woman in charge gave me one I'd made with 4 strands to take home.
I think I'll be asked to be put somwhere else. The work satisfaction - energy spent ratio is not very good. Also I have no idea what's going on around 80% of the time.
My work clothes consist of various Tshirts, and a pair of very baggy boys trousers (they had no skirts). Still, it's the first time I've worn trousers in a very long time. I'm actually relishing it!
And so to the Sabbath preparations. Now it comes to it I realise that I have little to no idea how one gets out of a hammock, other than falling out of it, but that hurts a lot.
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