For Moran Sharir, revenge is a dish best served at Ben Gurion Airport
It was the year 2000 and, for a moment, it looked as though the future would be cool.
The year 2000 was supposed to be the future, and as it looked for a moment, the future would be cool. After I awoke from the Millennium Bug and discovered that the world had not been destroyed, an astonishing prospect lay before me: the Internet had arrived in the moshav − the rural cooperative village − where I still lived at the time; Hapoel Tel Aviv took a soccer double; Ehud Barak, who had just...
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