This is my neighborhood. My streets. This is where I have Friday brunch, a beer on Thursday night, where I shop and where I cut my hair. I have happy memories connected to every corner and every brick of this street. This is where I had my first café hafuch on my first visit to Israel, and this is where I’ll continue to sip my coffee and enjoy my life.

It could have been me. It’s only by chance that I didn’t spend my Friday here with good friends.

It could have been me.

But it wasn’t. Life goes on, and just by walking on this street, we are defying the terrorists that want to stop us from living our lives. The terrorists who can’t stand our way of living and our love of life.

L’chaim! To life! We are not going anywhere. You can shoot missiles at us. Stab us. Shoot us. Ram your car into us. Blow yourselves up in order to kill us. God knows you have tried hard to annihilate us for the past 70 years or so. It hasn’t worked. It will not work. We are strong. We say f*ck off to your murderous ways. In fact, the more you try to put fear into our hearts, the stronger and more united we become. The people being outside today, walking the streets, having coffee, playing with their kids, is proof of this. We are a defiant bunch, and we don’t give up easily. Sorry to disappoint you Mr Terrorist. It’s not working. So go your merry way and leave us the hell alone.

Am Yisrael Chai.

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