See? I told you I won't be a good reporter this time. No time or energy left to recount the sights and happenings. Most of my energy goes into dealing with the ex boss, meaning trying to breathe, count to five five hundred times, etc.
Today we went to see Yaad and Miaar. Miaar is actually not a village anymore. It is a site of ruins, overgrown with pine trees. Pine trees were planted there immediately after the destruction of the village by the army, so that people don't return and rebuild. Met with a few descendants, who showed us the graves of their grandparents and relatives at the old cemetery, the only preserved part. Then we talked with them and some of the "new" inhabitants from the Jewish community about the dialogue process they have had for some years now. Can't put it in words right now, but it was a powerful experience.
Workshop starts tomorrow and I must get some sleep. One day I will also write about the touristy part and post pictures.