Another Mexican Factory and The Food Room

Last week, and again today, I volunteered with Lev Hash, Haifa's version of Koach Latet, which was Beersheva's version of the Salvation Army. Last week, we folded colthes, and I felt, again, like a Mexican factory worker.

Today, however, we were in the food room. Naomi, the women who worked there, asked me to taste their cookies. This I could handle. I wasn't sure if I was tasting them to see if they were spoiled or not, but they tasted ok to me (though they were not great, as they were not chocolate). Then, Brian and I placed containers of chocolate nutella like spread into boxes. So yes, quite literally, we were fudge-packers.