It took an attack in Boston to realize that I am truly an Israeli
When I lived in Boston, every terror attack in Israel resonated with me; made me feel uneasy and mournful. But while I was saddened to hear of the Boston Marathon bombing, that feeling of sadness was impersonal.
While I recently celebrated my eighth Independence Day since moving to Israel, I still struggle with understanding how much I am truly at home here. I meet so many of the criteria of being an Israeli: I study in Hebrew, I work in Hebrew, I do reserve duty, and I belong to a political party. Yet at the same time I do not quite belong. My experiences as an Israeli go back fewer than ten years, and still nearly...
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