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.
“What are they trying to sell us in pop culture – and why does every rapper today sound like a spokesperson for the United Nations?”
When the country is turbulent, when the news is depressing, when the people are divided, when the left and right are fighting – shawarma is waiting for us in the corner. It doesn’t ask if you voted. It doesn’t check if you are in favor of reform. It’s just there, with coleslaw, runny tahini, and a look that says: “Forget about everything, brother, one bite and you’ll understand why you were born.”
If you think that tourist trips to the tombs of the righteous began in the 1980s with rabbis caressing friends and handing out dollar bills, youโre probably right. But long before that, in 1867, a slightly different type arrived in Jerusalem, armed with a wide-brimmed hat, a sharp pencil, and capable of describing the high school in a way that would make even a guide from the โAntiquities Departmentโ sweat.
His name was Samuel Langhorne Clemens, but everyone knows him asโฆ Mark Twain.
A humorous love journey to the Israeli coast – the noise, the sand, the cornflakes with the sand – and the magic that cannot be replicated
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of โThe Protestโ
November 30, 2025
