An ode to our little Israeli bubble
We’re not ashamed of our bubble. We’re okay with it, feeling warm and cozy. You say we’re living on borrowed time - and we say: And who isn’t?
The beautiful Land of Israel was once ours. Actually, its beauty was derived from the fact that it was ours. Everything was once ours. The faces on the street were like ours, and all the songs on the radio were ours.
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