Such a cheesy title. I love it.
The following is the kind of creation that takes from both the personal essay and the journalistic interview. It was a midterm assignment last semester in a class aptly named Journalistic Tradition, and I was asked to write about Israelis living in New York. Voila.
I don’t look too Israeli (if one can appear as such, anti-Semitic stereotypes aside,) I don’t have much of an Israeli accent and I can’t engage in an intelligent debate over the Israeli-Palestinian conflict without revealing my shameful ignorance in the matter. And yet I am Israeli, an Israeli living in New York City, and I wear it as a badge of honor.
I am in love with my new residence. It is a curious feeling actually, I feel at home and completely lost at the same time. The magic is that even though it doesn’t add up, I feel no need to settle the dissonance. The duality makes me happy. Read more…