"When I’m asked to focus on my happy place, the place where I feel most comfortable, I’m lucky enough to have lots of options: the beach, my parent’s house in New York, my bed. But my mind always goes back to this little cafe. It doesn’t matter that it’s not at all peaceful, that instead of tranquility it offers constant Tel Aviv traffic and noise. It doesn’t even matter that I can objectively say that there’s better coffee in many other places, and pretty equal menu options literally down the block. This was my spot, someplace that to everyone else appears non-descript, but for me has always had special significance."
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"I'm an Israeli, with a mother in New York who worries, so I need a gas mask. And I need it now, before there's any real danger, because there's no reason to risk it. Because I live in a country of contradictions, where it seems like everyone is racing to these lines, but at the same time reassuring each other that there's nothing to worry about, all the while pushing forward, reaching for the small brown boxes.
Standing in line makes us feel like w'ere doing something. We're protecting ourselves as best we can while we wait for the government, the army, and the world, to decide our fate." For the full post, click here |