I was a bit taken aback when one day Eran Roseberg unexpectedly turned up and offered to record a memoir. But then I was touched by his devoted willingness to drive all the way from Tel Aviv to Clil again and again to sit with me for hours recording, and then transcribing and editing a memoir of fragments of my life. And the process became more and more fascinating and delightful as I told stories of the kaleidoscope of people who were actually versions of myself.
I most enjoyed remembering moments when the  radically  different beings that co-existed in my history met and confronted each other. For example when my students at Benaras Hindu University had to hunt for their professor who was hanging out with the saddhus on the banks of the Ganges, or when I sat on the floor of a wooden storeroom  in the early days of Clil, writing an academic text for doctors by the light of 2 candles with the mice scurrying across the pages, or when sitting so still and empty, in deep meditation undisturbed by the sirens blaring all around.
I invite and welcome anyone reading this memoir to join me and share this impossible yet wonderful life.