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Fendel Family in Israel

It’s Yom HaAtzma’ut, Israel’s independence day!  Flags are flying, music is playing.  It’s not the first time I’ve celebrated this holiday, but it’s the first time I’ve been able to do so as an Israeli.

Many people have expressed surprise that we decided to become Israeli citizens as part of this one-year adventure.  There were many practical reasons for doing so, which I won’t get into with this post.  I’d rather talk about what it means to me to be an Israeli.


Whenever I encounter one of these surprised individuals, my stock response is to show them my new Israeli ID card while saying,

“.עכשיו זה גם אשמתי

“Now it’s my fault too.”

It usually gets the laugh I’m looking for, because Israelis are perpetually unsatisfied with this incredibly miraculous project that has been undertaken here to rebuild an ancient country in a modern world.  Israel, they feel…

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