Maybe It’s Time to Teach the Kangaroo Arabic
If nothing changes, don’t be surprised if one day the kangaroo actually answers you:
“Excuse me, can I speak Arabic?”
If nothing changes, don’t be surprised if one day the kangaroo actually answers you:
“Excuse me, can I speak Arabic?”
Love for Israel is not a Hollywood story. It is not divided into a smooth plot with a sweet ending. It is a different kind of love – one born of commitment, not romance. It involves queues at the health insurance company, curses on the road, rent that reeks of fraud – and yet, it is a deeper, more burning love, the kind that leads people to fly here precisely when the sky is thundering.