Again his visa ran out, this time at the end of the year. He now had a decision to make.

The kibbutz secretary had given him a letter stating that at the end of his present stay he would have to leave the kibbutz for good. He couldn't believe it. 'There must be some way around this,' he thought.
It had taken a month or so but a special contract had been arranged for him, allowing him to come back and work for a further six months. He'd been really hoping for it and now he had his answer, and was also to be paid for working in the bakery.

Either he could take the two week break back to England and return to work the contract he'd been after for such a long time, or he could leave and stay away.

The breakup of his relationship, three months past already, still played a part in his decision. He'd have to prepare himself for the fact that he'd be returning knowing many of his closest friends had left and the person who meant the most to him was also out of his daily life.
The decision, in the end, wasn't too hard to make. The thought of being in England without any real friends scared him more than anything. At least being on the kibbutz, even if he might be lonely, was a far far better place to be.

Four weeks he stayed in England - over the Christmas and New Year periods. Just like the previous times, he spent most of his time alone. His thoughts quite often turning inwards to think of the girl he'd lost. At least they were still friends.