There is a little over seven years, I put foot on Israeli soil in this small country that would be my second home, who welcomed me with open arms and gave me everything without asking anything in return.
The beginning was difficult, I left my eldest son in France, a job that fascinated me and that paid well, friends, 40 years of a life I had sometimes struggled to build.
Culture Change, change language, lifestyle, everything seemed insurmountable, and after a few months I had an idea, go back to my homeland and I abruptly left.
Then I hung up, I'm used to and I started to love this land, an unfailing love, almost fusion, a love unfailing, unconditional and faithful love.
I defended it against all odds, I lost some friends when we were at war, I made enemies as well and I'm proud of that nationality has become much maligned, this country still ostracized by society.
I became Israel over time without realizing it, a heavy heart when I heard the national anthem, his eyes full of tears when I saw our flag go up, always proud to belong to that this nation has been stereotyped and does not resemble the pictures and the idea that they're doing. My dual nationality
fills me, on one side my homeland, culture, education, language, and my memories, the other my adopted country, the history of his people and touches me fascinates me, its incomparable quality of life and my life here that I build every day.
I am a hybrid that feeds me and enriches my two nations. Sometimes angry one, angry with the decisions of the other, I always find compromises. Over time I never thought of leaving this country, it is an integral part of my life, it is my oxygen, I live and breathe every moment and now I know that with him it's for life.
The bougainvillea is in bloom, the flowers are pink to red, which derives, I think he likes this season, this is he flourishes the most, with the spring blooming double. Oliver's is superb, he has never worn as well, it overlooks the sea and extends on the corner of the terrace which sometimes overshadowed the other, he had trouble starting it, too, had a bigger pot for it to finally grow up. The lemon gave some nice lemons, clementine yield its first fruit in September ... .. For some days I look otherwise, emphatically, as if I wanted to print them, burn them in a corner of my memory.
The sea before me, it was oil lately, it seems more agitated, tomorrow it will be angry, and I fixed this horizon, this boundary, the demarcation line that approximates .... Inexorably ... ..
The beginning was difficult, I left my eldest son in France, a job that fascinated me and that paid well, friends, 40 years of a life I had sometimes struggled to build.
Culture Change, change language, lifestyle, everything seemed insurmountable, and after a few months I had an idea, go back to my homeland and I abruptly left.
Then I hung up, I'm used to and I started to love this land, an unfailing love, almost fusion, a love unfailing, unconditional and faithful love.
I defended it against all odds, I lost some friends when we were at war, I made enemies as well and I'm proud of that nationality has become much maligned, this country still ostracized by society.
I became Israel over time without realizing it, a heavy heart when I heard the national anthem, his eyes full of tears when I saw our flag go up, always proud to belong to that this nation has been stereotyped and does not resemble the pictures and the idea that they're doing. My dual nationality
fills me, on one side my homeland, culture, education, language, and my memories, the other my adopted country, the history of his people and touches me fascinates me, its incomparable quality of life and my life here that I build every day.
I am a hybrid that feeds me and enriches my two nations. Sometimes angry one, angry with the decisions of the other, I always find compromises. Over time I never thought of leaving this country, it is an integral part of my life, it is my oxygen, I live and breathe every moment and now I know that with him it's for life.
The bougainvillea is in bloom, the flowers are pink to red, which derives, I think he likes this season, this is he flourishes the most, with the spring blooming double. Oliver's is superb, he has never worn as well, it overlooks the sea and extends on the corner of the terrace which sometimes overshadowed the other, he had trouble starting it, too, had a bigger pot for it to finally grow up. The lemon gave some nice lemons, clementine yield its first fruit in September ... .. For some days I look otherwise, emphatically, as if I wanted to print them, burn them in a corner of my memory.
The sea before me, it was oil lately, it seems more agitated, tomorrow it will be angry, and I fixed this horizon, this boundary, the demarcation line that approximates .... Inexorably ... ..
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