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Sometimes, before I respond to a hateful comment, I stop. And then I realize, I have nothing to add. Instead, I just listen to Noga Erez, and let her sing my thoughts out loud.
Ramat Aviv, through different reflections
That's why my bus was late...
How trust, crime, and policing became one of Israel's most complicated public challenges.
At the heart of this story is a relationship caught between distrust, suspicion, and the possibility of change.
Waiting for its morning note.
Who watches the watchdogs? For years, that question belonged mostly to philosophers. Today, it belongs to shareholders. Yes, finally, someo
Who watches the watchdogs? For years, that question belonged mostly to philosophers. Today, it belongs to shareholders.
Yes, finally, someone is asking some difficult questions where they may matter most: in the courtroom and the boardroom.
I caught three different rhythms in one frame.
One day soon, no one passing by will guess what this building has been through. It'll look as if the war never passed through here.
I wish I, too, could live in a John Lennon song.And not in Bohemian Rhapsody. Inside a chaotic, dramatic, and loud rock opera. In a reality defined by violent shifts in tempo, existential dread, and discordance. A place where the ghosts of past and present bleed into one another, refusing to stay quiet. To share with you the same innocence that lives across the sea. I wish , I could just Imagine.
She didn't ask to be rushed.
Not every bull run goes as planned.
Someone, please tell his story.
The Psychological and Social Cost of Turning Children into Instruments of Ideology
My latest essay explores the psychological, social, and ideological cost of turning children into instruments of war.
Sometimes the simplest solution is a Coke bottle hanging right in front of you.
This is what professional relaxation looks like.
So many conversations Compressed into one moment.
Looking up at another ordinary night.