Thank you Marlene Ferron for the translation of this text from French in English. I repeat here the Facebook article from Gabriel Abensour, originally from the excellent blog Modern Orthodox. His text is important, as the hour is grave, consequential. In one year, I note: – The murder of a young Muslim in Jerusalem (Abu Kadir(…)

Thank you Marlene Ferron for the translation of my promenade Rues Lord Byron, Jean Jaurès, Emile Zola I decided to devote this walk to a residential block in the center of Tel Aviv, one framed by the streets Dizengoff, Ben Gurion, Ben Yehuda and Gordon but without devoting myself to the limits themselves. Small quiet streets.(…)

Thank you Marlene Ferron for the translation from the French : 45e et 46e jours – Un petit garçon aux couleurs de l’Argentine 46th day – August 22, 2014 – As if… This could be a perfectly normal Friday. Hamas does not want a truce, but Tel Aviv behaves as if… . At Nehama’s in(…)

Thank you Marlene Ferron for the translation 44th day – August 20, 2014 – Rockets Record  168 rockets and mortars were fired at Israel. It seems that this is a record. Cities around Tel Aviv were targeted but no alert in Tel Aviv. And Hamas said to have opened for us the gates of hell.(…)

Thank you Marlene Ferron for the translation The last cease-fire Frankly, I thought we were finally over it, this time. Gradually, we started talking about what happened this murderous summer in the past tense. I found my city all over again and spent a good time with my friends.  Yesterday I started writing and I gave(…)

Thank you Marlene Ferron for the translation Morning sky Strange summer. I do not remember skies so cloudy in Israel this summer. Iron Dome, Thank you! Towards 5:00 p.m., the red alert took me by surprise. I thought it was over. Well, you know the procedure. I had the impression that there were two alarms(…)

Thank you Marlene Ferron for the translation. Morning red alert Shabbat, 6:00 am, Tel Aviv and I sleep deeply. The red alert pulls us from our sleep with difficulty. And here we are in the stairwell. I exchange a few incoherent sentences with depressed neighbors. After this awakening with fanfare, I find it hard to(…)