Hey guys, it's Mishi.

This is the time of year when all our producers are out and about, traveling around the country,

interviewing people, and preparing the stories we'll hear next season.

But since we never liked to be out of touch for too long, we wanted to share a little

treat.

In the last episode of our season, you'll remember, we told the story of the Israeli national

baseball team, and its quest to reach the Olympic Games in Tokyo.

And right before that, we released a double episode about the battle at Tulsaki during

the 1973 Yom Kippur War.

Now as it happens, I recently came across a wonderful poem by the Jerusalem-based poet

Amishay Khasson that, amazingly, combines those two topics, baseball and the Yom Kippur War.

So here is Misha El-Cion, reading Amishay Khasson's poem, America, translated from Hebrew

by Vivian Eden.

Until the cable guy came, my grandfather made do with belated reports.

The New York Times was sent over the ocean, and the sports section strained to describe

the ineffable scenario on the baseball diamond.

A string of hits was converted to letters, digits were facts in the American league stats,

the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees had traded losses and wins at a time when

my grandfather, on Hagil-Gal Street, Ramatgan, watched Golda Meir sweat black and white

on television after Yom Kippur ended.

A few days later, Nixon sent an airlift over the ocean.

We now come, of course, to the critical time in terms of the future of the Middle East.

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