An essay about a rare but familiar creature, who arrives in Thailand without knowing English – and leaves with friends from all over the world, sunburns and stories for a lifetime.
Children need to know who they are, what their ancestors went through – not to be condescending but to feel a sense of belonging.
Saturday morning, the sun is shining, the kids are screaming, the dog is running away, and the neighbor decides to turn on Ofer Levy karaoke at exactly 7:48. And amidst all this commotion, there is a moment of grace: you open the refrigerator door and know – mushroom borax is waiting there.
If you’ve managed to raise children, pay a mortgage, and survive the cottage prices – you might as well start salsa dancing, learn tennis, or walk 20 minutes every day without dying.
Why do kindergartens sing about “gender fluidity,” but are forbidden to say “Shema Israel”?
A Star of David in a trash can is courage, but a picture of Jerusalem is right-wing provocation?
Deni Avdija is an Israeli All-Star – not because they said so, not because they decided to, but because he earned it.
How come a joke about pigeons is considered culture, but Jewish symbols are a provocation?
Pink Floyd built a wall to criticize it.
Roger Waters? He simply moved to the side where people throw stones – and is convinced that it is still art.
Welcome to the country where two things happen faster than you can blink: wars — and the transformation from natural lips to “please-remove-me-from-the-oven-I’m-done” lips.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
