The Israeli Economic Miracle – How the Hell Are We Still Growing?!
Because in Israel, even the economy wears combat boots.
While others run from the fire, we build startups in it.
Because in Israel, even the economy wears combat boots.
While others run from the fire, we build startups in it.
With or without baklava — it’s time to stop underestimating the new Sultan of the Middle East.
Because while Iran is still building the bomb, Turkey is already filming the series that will make you fall in love with whoever holds it.
They come in the name of “humanity”, talk about “human dignity”, carry signs saying “Enough with the occupation”, and shout: “Rights for all human beings!”
But you, the human being from the wrong side of the map, dare to ask for some rights too – suddenly you are the public at large.
Coming this fall to a conflict zone near you: the geopolitical soap opera where yesterday’s enemy is tomorrow’s BFF – and the only constant is chaos.
“In the Middle East, peace isn’t the opposite of war—it’s just foreplay.”
Before you turn on the air conditioner for the third time today – warm yourself up with an article that understands exactly how an Israeli body feels in tropical distress.
Where is the winter? Enough with this heat…
As long as there are people here who continue to believe – not in the theory of binationality, but in the historical right of one small and troublesome people to return home – hope is not lost.
And deep down we still have a little bit of Jewish audacity, a little faith, and a little healthy cynicism – it will not disappear either.
You can always try again. And again. And again.
Yes, because peace – it turns out – is the only product in the world that you pay for in advance, over and over again, even when it doesn’t arrive.
In the old days, “empathy” was a nice word – a way of saying: I see you, I hear you, and I won’t send you to the corner.
But in its current version – empathy is a selective weapon for achieving moral control
In the State of Israel, there is a mysterious epidemic of phones falling at exactly the wrong moment.
Ask the senior police officers, the prosecutor’s office, the army – they all suffer from the same disease: “cell phone infection is too sensitive.”
When naivety meets reality, and discovers that she was wearing a kippah and got stabbed in the back