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Diary of a solo traveler wandering around Europe

Like my paternal great grandmother, my maternal grandfather, at the age of 12 or 13, with his parents and six or seven siblings embarked on a journey from Priluki in the Ukraine to Liverpool in the United Kingdom. I asked ChatGPT about this journey and here's what I got: Traveling from Priluki to Liverpool at the beginning of the 20th century would have been a long and complex journey, likely taken by people emigrating due to war, pogroms, poverty or persecution.

The drive isn’t long, just 286 kilometers, so I choose to to drive through quiet villages and farmland dotted with Frisian cows, just like the ones on my kibbutz. The day is beautiful, the green fields are of a deeper green, and out of nowhere, a tsunami of fear washes over me. Images of a tunnel carrying hundreds of thousands of tons of water above it race through my mind, along with the unreasonable crossing time I chose in my well-known thriftiness—three o'clock in the mo