Lists are your favourite type of article so for the fiftieth post, here are two:
Why I will never really be an Israeli:
- I didn’t grow up here.
- I will never lose my accent.
- I (hopefully) will never lose the French touch in my style.
- I didn’t go to the army.
- I didn’t go to the mandatory post-army trip to India or South America.
- I am not talking about leaving this country all the time.
- I don’t shout at people (most of the time at least).
- On my ID, it says my origin is the airport.
- I cannot eat a crude onion or bite a piece of garlic.
- I was not raised by an Israeli mother (and that makes a HUGE difference).
Why I will never really be not-Israeli anymore:
- I can’t imagine wearing heels on a daily basis.
- I can’t stand French tourists.
- I learnt to tell someone that I was first in the line and proceed like they don’t exist.
- I negotiate all the time and became pretty good at this.
- I never leave the house before the time of the meeting anymore.
- I would probably die of sun deficiency if I had more than a month per year without it.
- I kind of consider flip-flop as actual shoes.
- I am PTSDed from war.
- More than half-an-hour far is too far.
- I love it here and would miss it anywhere else.
Point 6: when Tomer says “I always knew I would leave Israel” I thought it was his personal thought…but it seems it’s not! 😀
Point 9: I love onion and garlic but “their” love is really an obsession! 😀
To be honest though nobody can stand French tourists 🙂
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