March of the Living 1999 Diary

April 11, 8:20 AM (Montreal time)

Well, they just turned on the lights inside the plane. I haven't really slept. It's hard to find a comfortable position. I'm hungry, and hopefully they'll serve breakfast soon.

Ari [Note: Ari is one of my friends.] lent me his CD, which I'm listening to now. It's Simon and Garfunkle's Greatest Hits. I should buy it when I get home.

We're going to be in Poland soon. It's weird. We've been planning for this trip for ages, and I've always known I wanted to go, but now that I'm actually here, I'm not so sure I want to be here. We're past the point of "no-return", though. I can't go back home now. For better or for worse, I'm on the March of the Living. "This is my life, and welcome to it."

The person next to me on the plane is an "adult", David. He's going to be documenting the March. He's going with the first ever non-Jewish contingent. Sounds really neat.

Well, they're serving breakfast. Until later, bye!