ענבי הגולן

Golan Grapes

פרק ראשון | Chapter One

The Golan Heights in autumn. Vineyards stretching to the horizon.

"אני באתי לטעום," said Noa, the sommelier from Tel Aviv. "I came to taste."

"אז בואי," said Eli, third-generation winemaker. "נטעם." "Then come. Let's taste."

פרק שני | Chapter Two

The wine cellar was cool, dark. Barrels lined the walls.

"זה הקברנה שלי." He poured. "This is my Cabernet."

She tasted. "פירות יער. אדמה. ואיזה ניחוח מיוחד שאני לא מזהה."

"Forest fruits. Earth. And some special scent I can't identify."

"גולן." "Golan."

"?הגולן הוא טעם" "The Golan is a flavor?"

"הכי טוב שיש." "The best there is."

פרק שלישי | Chapter Three

"תראי איך קוטפים." "Watch how we pick."

His hands on the grapes were gentle, knowing. She watched, hypnotized.

"רוצה לנסות?" "Want to try?"

His hands covered hers, guiding. Closeness that felt natural.

"ככה. בעדינות." "Like this. Gently."

פרק רביעי | Chapter Four

Night in the vineyard. Stars above. Wine below.

"אני מכור ליין," he confessed. "I'm addicted to wine."

"יש דברים יותר גרועים להיות מכור אליהם." "There are worse things to be addicted to."

"?כמו מה" "Like what?"

"כמו בן אדם." "Like a person."

She kissed him. He tasted of his own wine.

"!נעה... בין הגפנים" "Noa... among the vines!"

"הכי מקום מתאים." "The most appropriate place."

פרק חמישי | Chapter Five

She became the exclusive distributor of his wine. She also became exclusive in other ways.

"?את עוברת לגולן" her friends asked. "You're moving to the Golan?"

"הלב שלי כבר שם." "My heart is already there."

"אבל הקריירה שלך—" "But your career—"

"יש ייננים טובים בגולן. ויש אהבה אמיתית. מה יותר חשוב?" "There are good winemakers in the Golan. And there's true love. What's more important?"

הסוף | The End

בגולן, היין מבשיל באיטיות. כמו אהבה אמיתית, הוא רק משתפר עם הזמן.

In the Golan, wine ripens slowly. Like true love, it only gets better with time.