Dust in the wind

Whether or not it is a true story, I know what the Israelis must have felt like in the desert. Last week I traveled with the family to the Jordan valley for an over night tent experience. We arrived at this godforsaken hole just before noon. The car's outer thermometer showed 45c (give or take a degree because it doesn't really matter). The place was for a lack of better words: desert-ed. So after caring all the stuff from the car (my wife packed the whole house) we put up the tents. Lucky for us it cooled down a bit, but then... a sand storm came out of nowhere and took the tents with all that was in them. After re-building them for the third time and moving them to a lower location we were finally able to relax. So true or false, 40 years or less, matza or bread, there is no wonder we Israelis love to bitch and complain.