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I stayed to spend the night in Marcus’s room. He wrote a letter home, and I did the same, a letter to my brother telling him about the trip into the jungle.

La Paz
November 3, 1981

Hi, Moshe,
What’s new, Big Brother? I know that I haven’t written for quite a while and hope that you aren’t angry. But the truth is that I’m more concerned about the fact that I haven’t had a letter from you, or from Mom and Dad, for about three months now.

This trip has been a once-in-a-lifetime experience. It’s something really special, out of the ordinary. What I’m trying to say is that I’m doing this differently than the other kids backpacking around South America, including the other Israelis. Most of them go from one tourist site to another, from one museum to the next. They seem to think they have to climb every mountain in sight and have a look at every scenic view. I’ve visited a few museums, seen some nice spots, and climbed a few mountains. The mountains are really something. You keep climbing and climbing, and everything is so high here in South America that you run out of oxygen and think your lungs