I noticed today, as we were taking our kids from Kita, that they installed parking meters in PBerg. I must say that parking meters in Berlin are one of the most peculiar cases I ran into in the city. And I really need an explanation for this. It just doesn’t make any sense to me.

I mean, it is a great idea. The public transportation in Berlin is great and anyone who opts to drive in with a car should pay for it. And the city is so poor, it really needs any kind of income. But this is how it works: the meters are chargeable from Monday to Saturday. Eight in the morning until ten in the evening. It is two Euros for two hours. expensive, even more than New York, but hey, someone must support all these people sitting in the cafes doing nothing.… weiter lesen

What does it mean to be an Israeli? I don’t really know. There are about ten million options, but none of them is telling the whole story, not even one half of it. An Israeli is someone who knows that when another Israeli says “trust me” or “believe me” he should never believe or trust the guy who said it.

An Israeli eats watermelon, and he can go to the end of the world and still look for his cottage cheese.

An Israeli will ask you to let him in first on the line in the super because he had only two items, but then his wife join him with a cart full of products.

An Israeli knows you, or someone who knows you, or someone that was in bed with you. There are only three degrees of separation in Israel.

An Israeli don’t smoke on a shabbat, but he… weiter lesen

It’s fucking nice in here. The temperature flirt with the high 20′s, and we rent 2 chairs and a shade, throw a blanket and let the sun take care of us. Then we go and fight the waves, or collect shells with Maya.

35 kilometers away people are congratulating each other with bombs.

North Israel is paradise. The trees are falling because they can’t carry the weight of the bananas or mangos, avocados or apples. There are excellent wines coming from the region. And it is so quite, you need to check every ten minutes that you didn’t become deaf. Even Maya slept until eight.

And everyone can see what is going on behind the border and realize that another war is just a matter of time.

People are telling you how, exactly, you are supposed to raise your kid, and that you must hurry with… weiter lesen

Despite the fact that we were sitting on the Airbus’ first row, no one had the patient to let us go out first, then everyone was walking on top of us to get inside the overcrowded bus driving to the terminal (it wasn’t like there was not another bus waiting behind), then the escalator wasn’t working so we used the elevator to go up, but another eight people insisted on getting in, and then everyone was skipping us on the line for the passport check. 

But hey, it was 28 degrees outside and you could taste the humidity. 

When people ask me what do I miss the most about Israel I say Hummus, the beach, and the warmth–the climate and of the people. What I never tell them is that after a couple of days, this warmth is burning me. 

It’s pretty sad to be in Israel these days. I will elaborate… weiter lesen

Dear Mr. Sarrazin,

Yesterday I spent a day in Naumburg, writing a follow up about the trial of the 20-year-old from Laucha who attacked an Israeli kid after calling him “Jewish Pig”. Since most of the witnesses were underage we had a lot of breaks in the session. In one of those breaks I sat for an interview with Andreas Karl (Karl, like Karl Marx, he introduced himself), the head of the NPD party in Laucha.

Mr. Sarrazin I would like to let you know that in the NPD branch in Laucha you are a role model. They quote you and looking up to you, saying that you were always a progressive thinker. If you are looking for a group to lead, or just give a speech to a welcoming crowd (not this jelly liberals from Berlin), I have the contacts for you.

Mr. Sarrazin, I am really pissed with… weiter lesen