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 on this later, but in general what I see here is a nation committing a mass suicide, and the worst thing about it is that nobody report about this. Everyone is talking about the situation, the Iranian bomb, Lebanon, but no one writes about the internal ticking bomb (much worse than the Iranian one) in the Israeli society. 

A week ago, my mother told me, she made a u-turn on one of Tel Aviv’s main streets, a vespa came from nowhere and run into her car. My mother was sitting shaking in her car, until she saw the guy walking up from the road and turning toward her. 

“Thanks god that you are alive. I was so scared. Thanks god you are alive”, she told him. 

“Forget about my life”, he answered her, “look what you have done to my vespa”. 

I realize that it is a confused blog, but I thought that blogging supposed to be the mirror of their writers.

It’s fucking 35 degrees here, and we don’t leave the beach. 30 kilometers away, people are exchanging rockets. Tomorrow we are going to Jerusalem. This weird feeling in the bottom of my stomach is starting itch me.