museimagination Jet Plane
The call should have been simple. Another one like so many others she had made. Call the airlines, make the reservation, plan her layovers and what she’d need in her sack for the plane. It should have been a simple call.
In execution it was amazingly simple. She made the call. Without a single hesitation, Ziva made the call, made her reservations. Yet unlike before, this time it was not without thought. Not without thought of those she was leaving behind. Just like so many times before, she made the reservation for a flight going back to Israel.
But it was the first time she flew that way where she felt she was leaving home rather than going home.
In execution it was amazingly simple. She made the call. Without a single hesitation, Ziva made the call, made her reservations. Yet unlike before, this time it was not without thought. Not without thought of those she was leaving behind. Just like so many times before, she made the reservation for a flight going back to Israel.
But it was the first time she flew that way where she felt she was leaving home rather than going home.