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“I was born in Kerem HaTeimanim 75 years ago. I miss the atmosphere of the Neighborhood back than, when we didn’t lock the doors, we knew the name of every person walking in the street and we didn’t had trouble getting a Minyan for prayers. Today, even though everything has changed I will never leave this place because it has a soul. A Soul that I won’t find anywhere else.”
“I was born in Addis Ababa and came to Israel when I was a baby. Personally, I’ve never encountered racism but I know a lot of Ethiopians who have. In the bottom line it all comes down to education. It’s about time people will understand that there is no difference between white & black, they’re only different shades, all on the same color spectrum.”
“Israelis are like a cactus plant: supposedly tough on the outside, but delicate and sweet on the inside.” “Srulik (שרוליק) is a cartoon character symbolizing Israel. The character was created in 1956 by the Israeli cartoonist Kariel Gardosh, known by hispen name Dosh. The cartoon appeared for many years in newspaper Maariv. Yosef Lapid, Dosh’s colleague on the editorial board of Maariv, described Srulik as an icon of Israel in the same way that Marianne and Uncle Sam were respectively icons of France and the United States. Srulik is a common nickname for “Yisrael” (Israel). Srulik is generally depicted as a young man wearing a tembel hat, Biblical sandals, and khaki shorts. Srulik is a pioneering Zionist, a lover of the land of Israel and its soil, a dedicated farmer who in time of need puts on a uniform and goes out to defend the state of Israel. Dosh drew Srulik ...
The righteous man from Lebanon “I was born as a Shia Muslim in South Lebanon by the name of Ibrahim Yassin. During my previous life, Lebanon was the “playground” of the Middle East, much like Syria is today. I was harassed on daily basis by the Palestinian organizations that controlled the area I was living in because I was a Shia Muslim, so when the Israelis came I was happy because they restored order in my village. I wanted to have a quiet village and a normal life that will be free from violence, so I decided to help provide the Israelis with Information about insurgent activity in my village — a decision that would come to change my life dramatically. In 1985 I was kidnapped by Hezbollah and I was locked in an underground bunker for an entire year. Take your worst nightmare, multiply it by 1,000 and you ...