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Here I am, excited to be in my mom's apartment in Tel Aviv.


The first restaurant we went to had some "Bush dollars" taped to the wall.


Here I am telling my Grandma Esther about PW. Grandma was quite the little ProtestWarrior back in the day (before Israel became a state). As a teenager, she worked in the Irgun by plastering the city walls with pro-Israeli posters. Once, after being caught in the act by British soldiers (who have been known to shoot at poster distributors), she threw her glue bucket at them, giving her time to escape and get away unscathed.


On the way to the beach in Herzliya. I wonder if there was ever any Hebrew writing on a sign in any Arab country?


Herzliya shore.

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