Where We Meet by Yaeli Dukler

This risograph zine is a reflection on my grandparents, their home in Israel, and the memories held within it. I was born in Israel and moved to the United States with my family when I was six years old. Immigrating here, we left behind our family, friends, language, and sense of place. As months turned into years, California eventually became my home. Although I've spent the majority of my life in the U.S., my Israeli identity is just as important, as my family has maintained our culture, language, and values within our home. 

Whenever I return to Israel, I stay with my grandparents in their apartment, a space that holds years of personal and collective memory. Their home is deeply tied to my sense of family and belonging. The building itself is old, and they are now, after more than 50 years, mandated to move out permanently so it can be renovated. They must say goodbye to the place they have long called home.

This past year, my family has experienced significant loss and grief. Alongside the loss of loved ones, the displacement from this home has further deepened that sense of rupture. This book is an attempt to hold onto what remains, to reflect on memory, family, and the complicated process of loss.