Shabbat has set in and again I was left without a bus home. The mini-bus service vans don’t go to Jaffa, so I caught a cab to complete my journey. Another long and convoluted return from Bethlehem, through Checkpoint 300, Jerusalem, and finally, Tel Aviv. I needed to return to the sea, to forget, to clean, to forget, and clean. “... and if you’ll come back to me my darling, whether tired or hungry from the road. I may be crying or I may be laughing, but I’ll say only two word