At Ben Gurion Airport

A view over the tarmac at Ben Gurion Airport.

I’m having a coffee before heading back to Europe. It’s that same thought every time—why am I leaving Israel for a life surrounded by ignorance, anti-Semitism, and pro-Palestinian thugs who see themselves as experts on Israel’s alleged evil.

Tel Aviv is the one place in the world where I can be openly gay and Jewish without compromising on either.

Now I Have Voted for Change

Polling station in Ramat Gan.

I’ve done my duty as an Israeli citizen. Taking photos inside polling stations is forbidden, so I took this one from the street.

The Carmel Market This Afternoon

Carmel Market in Tel Aviv.

I’m back in Israel. The weather is perfect (≈25℃) and I’m loving it. The thing I love most about being in Israel, though, is that i can walk around nor having to think about if my Star of David necklace is visible. Here, being Jewish is the norm. And in Tel Aviv, being Jewish and gay is almost as much of a norm (not really, but the atmosphere is so open-minded).