Living as a Leftist in Israel.

Living in Israel as a humanist is like embarking on an internal journey, a path without maps, a dirty and dusty road where each day is a struggle between chaos and hope. At every corner, the hot desert wind brings memories of past and future battles, with raw and brutal reality rubbing against our faces, leaving no room for comfortable illusions.

Being a leftist in Israel is both a curse and a blessing, a double-edged knife that cuts deeply, leaving scars that never heal.

Life in Israel is a frenetic dance between faith and despair. Faith, which should be a safe harbor, often turns into a minefield filled with power struggles and deep-rooted ancient injustices. Questioning religious norms and misogyny feels like walking a tightrope of reason and madness, risking being swallowed by the abyss of intolerance. Every day is a battle for dignity, a constant struggle not to be engulfed by suffocating conformity.

Each of us is a survivor, fighting against the tide of uncertainties, trying not to be consumed by the surrounding darkness. We need each other to maintain sanity and to keep moving forward even when everything seems to fall apart. And when calm finally comes, because it will come one day, it will be a bitter reminder that freedom is not a natural state but a continuous and arduous conquest.

Living here as a leftist is an uncertain journey, where every cry for freedom echoes resistance, every scar a spark of hope, and every pain a testament to our resilience. There is no room for weakness; it is in the ongoing struggle that we find our strength and reason for being.

Unhappy is the one who seeks coherence in affection, logic in emotion, and an explanation for the thrill of being alive.

We are the affirmation of resistance, a rejection of the mediocrity surrounding us in a constant struggle not to be consumed by darkness.

Every breath is a conscious decision to continue; every movement is a dance between hope and despair. We keep walking, driven by the fury of living, by the need not to be swallowed by indifference. And it is this fight, this continuous resistance, defines us and gives us the strength to face the future, no matter how uncertain it may be.

Living in Israel is a cry of life, an endless journey, a road we travel with the hot wind on our faces and chaos in our hearts.