There is a saying in Korea: “When the rooster crows at the wrong time, you end up somewhere strange.” That’s exactly how I felt when I realized my life had drifted halfway across the world — from busy Seoul streets to an apartment in Prague, then somehow to a hostel near Tel Aviv University. None of this was planned.Back home, my mother always told me, “Even a noodle needs direction.” But my noodles must have been tangled, because I kept drifting — and Israel became the place