
At the end of the fall holidays in 2000, at the beginning of the second intifada, I spent Shabbat with friends at one of the farms on the other side of the Green Line. My hosts, long-haired and barefoot, sought to redeem the land and to implement the "Torat Eretz Yisrael" ("Torah of the Land of Israel") in a reading devoid of interpretation and without regard to the diversity of opinions in Jewish thought.