“Wow Noam. It took me a while to find you. In 1992, I went backpacking around South America and got in with these fresh-from-their-service Israeli Kravi boys. Who were these young men from a far, distant land, that could put up a tent, climb a mountain and make weird, burnt coffee, all within a space of 5 minutes? These were my men and I stuck with them, even though they were loud and rude and spoke in a language that sounded like they were coughing up phlegm. Fast forward 31 years and here’s this shiksa (me), married to one of them and the mother of three loud, rude, phlegm-speaking daughters, living in Ramat HaSharon. I came here just in time for the second intifada (I’m good with timing) and wondered what I’d got myself into. And I still do, 24 years in. But you are helping me Get These People and their history. We are in big trouble right now so I am podcasting back-to-back to inform myself. And you, Noam, are my go-to man. Thank you for the info and the humour. I owe you one.”
Jane the Shiksa. via Apple Podcasts ·
Israel ·
03/24/23