The Itch to Move A few weeks before I was officially discharged from my army service, Something inside me was already burning. Something in my body was restless. It wanted to move. To feel. The Israeli tradition is to go on the “big trip” — conquer the world, travel through South America or the East, do a lot of drugs, then come back, sign up for university, and continue the regular path. But something in me already felt different. I couldn’t imagine going out to see the worl

I was 11. A typical kid, not particularly noticeable or successful, but not struggling or different either. My sister was about to get...