Shabbat Shalom

It’s Friday afternoon.

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.