I was preparing myself for another day of waiting in Jerusalem when I heard excited voices in the garden: in quick sucession, Jackie, Jan & Henriette (another member of the Theatre Day Productions' lovely bunch) gave me the good news: My Number (it was already acquiring mythical proportions in my mind) had been approved. So yesterday at mid-day a taxi took me to the Erez crossing. I would lie if I said I wasn't nervous. The fact that the taxi driver, a lovely man in his seventies who could only speak a few words in English, seemed to be falling asleep (probably exhausted because of the Ramadan fast) didn't help. But we arrived safe and sound to the border, and my entry into Gaza was blissfu
