TWENTY years ago when I was fresh out of college I came to Palestine during a wanderyear, and was excited by the spirit of the Jewish pioneers, the halutzim who were rebuilding the land. I was impressed especially by the groups who had established communal farms. So I came back a few years later and lived and worked with such a group; I wrote a novel out of this experience, called Yehuda. It was about a farm called Yagur, on the Haifa plain, and the hero was a comrade named Yehuda-a highly talented violinist who had to set aside his musical education in order to be a halutz.
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