The roads of the Golan you drive on, appreciating the fact that only you and nature are here now since you have not seen another car on the road for miles.
Your laughter when you hear on the radio about the crazy traffic jams of Tel Aviv and then wait five minute for a flock of sheep to cross the road.
The prickly porcupine, huge boar, galloping horse, chewing cow, quick fox, drowsy hyrax you can meet on your way to work and of course, the feeling that you have won the lottery when you see several deer leaping on the rocks, picking up your smartphone to take their picture and realizing that you have just missed them, again…
The howling jackals at night that make you feel as if you are watching a thriller.
Knowing that if you are out of sugar you can always ask the neighbor who will give you a new packet with a smile and will feel insulted if you tell her you will return the packet as soon as possible.
Knowing that there is always a community behind you and that you are never alone.
Seeing the Golan every day looking different and being moved time and again.