At the Israeli Institute of Hebrew Literature, we’re still basking in the pleasure of the past two remarkable weeks: 13 Hebrew translators joined us for two exhilarating weeks at Kibbutz Elon in the Galilee.

Amidst the lush greenery and the dining hall-cum-cultural hub, the translators forged lasting bonds and cross-generational alliances. In the shade of ancient trees, they discovered groundbreaking translations from Arabic reflecting writers' protests. They immersed themselves in the fabric of daily life on kibbutz, marched in weekend demonstrations, participated in workshops, and facilitated their own. They shared and listened to stories, and engaged in spirited debates about the evolution of Hebrew literature. They debated the nuanced art of translating a single word, capturing a solitary intonation, or evoking a moment of silence.

Almost effortlessly, a tangible community emerged. Its members have never sought the limelight nor yearned for center stage. Yet through their quiet, splendid perseverance, they shape everything that is profound and delicate in our culture - and guide it forward.

A pocket of joy. A threshold of hope.