Some years ago when I was lost in the world I worked as a ‘volunteer’ on a moshav in the Negev Desert where I was responsible not for picking peppers, but for planting them.

All the farmers on the moshav were fascists and terrified of frost. If the night temperature fell below freezing point, the workers were woken up and we were forced to cover the rows of peppers with black nets to prevent any of the crop being destroyed. Continue reading →

Some years ago when I was lost in the world I worked as a ‘volunteer’ on a moshav in the Negev Desert where I was responsible not for picking peppers, but for planting them.

All the farmers on the moshav were fascists and terrified of frost. If the night temperature fell below freezing point, the workers were woken up and we were forced to cover the rows of peppers with black nets to prevent any of the crop being destroyed. Continue reading →