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The hardest thing about integration to a new place, new culture, new life, are not the major issues. It’s not what you read about in the papers. It’s not the language, or the leading kultur, not even your horned leaders spitting on our heads their darkest thoughts.

It’s a taxi drive.

When you get into a taxi in Israel it’s basically the only sure thing that you can say about this ride, you entering the car. From here everything is possible. You will sit in the back, and the first thing you will hear is: “meter or 50 shekels”, which is basically an offer to you to help the driver cheat the tax authorities.

From there you can talk politics, or they will tell you about their problems at home. My wife was even offered a marriage in a back seat of a taxi in Israel. When she refused the driver offered her a drag of his joint.

It’s very hard to transform yourself into the comfort of a taxi drive in Berlin. It’s too hard not to think that the driver isn’t always trying to rob you by using longer and more congested roads. The idea that a driver will try to help you to save money, can shake your world.

Taxi drive is weird here, man. Thanks God for the terror warning that make us feel at home.