We are almost five months into our expulsion. Families have taken up residency in the trailer camps of Nitzan and Yad Binyamin. Those families going to the Ein Tzurim camp are still here in the hotels, waiting for the infrastructure to be completed so their trailers can be put in place. And so, they wait.



Moshe and I wait for the call from SELAH, the Expulsion Authority, that the damage to our trailer is repaired and we can get The Key. Time is of the essence for us, as we are awaiting the imminent birth of twin grandchildren. Once our youngest daughter gives birth, I will be going into grandmother mode for the first month. Certainly, a move at the same time will be most difficult. And so, we wait.



The media has returned after a five-month hiatus. The fate of 10,000 displaced Jews doesn't interest them. The destruction of our homes, our farms and synagogues in flames, doesn't interest them. Traumatized Jews in hotels, hostels and tent cities doesn't interest them. Children without schools doesn't interest them. Adults without jobs doesn't interest them.



What does interest them?



"How do you feel as Ariel Sharon moves closer to death?" the CBS TV presenter asked me.



My answer:



"Ariel Sharon was a great general. For Ariel Sharon the general I weep. For Ariel Sharon, who used the Knesset, the army and the police to wipe Gush Katif off the face of the earth, I cannot weep. For Prime Minister Ariel Sharon I do not weep."



There is no joy, nor are there tears, over the fate of Ariel Sharon. We have cried copious tears over our own fates. We have none left for the prime minister.



A very fine woman comes with her daughter and grandchild to our hotel twice a week to give a crafts lesson to our women. Today, each woman prepared a charming picture to decorate her home.



"When I first came," the crafts instructor said, "no one wanted to create something to decorate her home. They had just lost their homes and could not relate to any crafts that reminded them of home. And so, we made jewelry. Today, they are joyfully into home decorating. They see a future - a wall to decorate."



And so, we wait. While others wait for news about the prime minister, we wait for a call to start a home. A trailer, perhaps, but we will make it into a home.