BLW
After that, I went to Jerusalem for a few days, so I actually missed the last day with the Brits. So, we arranged, that I'd pack all of my stuff, they'd put it on the bus for me, and they'd keep it their till I went over to their kibbutz, and brought it back.
When I finally got back to my kibbutz, I easily found somebody to help me bring my stuff back from the kibbutz the British were on. We all wanted to go talk to them, to find out the end of the story. Here's what we knew so far:
While we had been in Yeshivas for the past three months, the girls, from both groups had been placed in one Midrasha from the three month period, and consistant with - well everything else we've had, they came to hate it. The last two weeks, they locked themselves into their dorms, and didn't leave. Apparently they had hoarded food, because they didn't even leave for meals. Apparently, they had individual toilets. Interesting, because the dorms were initially supposed to be some horrible set of ironing board closets. The head Rabbi wasn't exactly thrilled with their barracades, so he called the entirety of Hachshara Etgar into a meeting. Basically, he layed it all out on the table. They were not staying at a hotel; if they didn't want to go to classes, and they didn't, then they should really just go back to the kibbutz. In essence, they were being asked politely to leave.
The girls in my group thought this was fine. They really had no problem going back to the kibbutz, they were willing to work, and frankly they were bored. On the other hand, the British girls didn't want to go to the kibbutz until they had to, so they begged to stay. The net result was that the girls in my group were given a week free in the city to do what they pleased, while the British promised themselves to the Yeshiva.
Two days later, the girls in the Yeshiva had, by all accounts, a really lame party. But since there were boys, liquor, and inapropriate touching, (just that...physical contact by the two genders, no more.) they were promptly booted from the yeshiva that night, literally put out on the street.
They all had a place to go, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that all the girls had been officially booted out of the British program. The British had started with ten guys and fourteen girls. They were at this point down to six guys. (Three guys had been kicked out early on, and one Guy, the Scottish one, just got fed up with it all and quit\excused.) If you think about it, eighteen were kicked out, but sinced all the girls were kicked off twice, that would mean there were thirty-two boots... out of twenty- four people. Surely, this wasn't the statistics BA wanted to be left with. They had to let the at least most of the group back in. There was a limit. Or, at least we wanted to find out if there was one. Thus I was able to quickly get one of the people in Hachshara to come with me to the other kibbutz to help me pick up my stuff.

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So, Boaz drove Vegard and me over to Ein Hanatziv to get my stuff. When we got there I went to get my stuff. Vegard went to find out what he could. Vegard succeeded first. Benjy Brazil ran into us when we got there, and he started explaining about how the girls were probably going to be let back, provided that everybody sign this contract... BA would rather, it would seem, not let their mistakes be so apparent from the outside. "Hey, where's my stuff?"
"Oh, it's over there. Anyway, they're going to blackmail anybody who ever smokes now, we're now supposed to be 'absolutely free of any alcohol.' Then...oh, Michael there's something you should know..." There's something odd in the appearance of my footlocker.
"...Uhm...What the..."
"Uhm, Michael..." We're remaining calm, not raising voices. I'm just in a bit of shock.
"Oh my God. What's..."
"Michael, see the driver..."
"What the fuck happened to my case?"
"The bus driver kind of took a short cut over it."
"What the fuck happened to my case?"
"The bus driver said he was in a rush. I asked him why we had to stop at the supermarket, but he just said it was because he was in a hurry."
"What the fuck happened to my case?"
B'nei Akiva has promised to get the matter sorted out, which of course, means that nothing has come about it. Chalk up another brilliant bus driver, and another BA experience. (oops, not supposed to mention those again. Oh well.)
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