Out of the fire and into the flame. Moving again. Emergency housing switch. Left without belongings or a warm meal — suddenly making new acquaintances. Don’t have a hundred things, have three neighbors.
And now I have a hot plate, a microwave, a huge table, and four office chairs. Sitting on the balcony, it’s sunny, +25 °C, fresh mountain air. Something’s buzzing — first in one ear, then the other. They’re flying around.
Here, nothing is impossible. You can get dressed and furnished “from the street,” and then be invited over for some pilaf. Dashing through sirens. Beneath a vast blue sky, cats dart from bowl to bowl. They’ve been given chicken wings and three cans of tuna. I’m living in a dream house with a view of the forest and the mountains.
Eating kohlrabi (kind of like a cabbage core), zucchini, and feijoa. The mandarin, grapefruit, and pomegranates are ripe. A garden in Israel is like an exotic pantry. In Russia, they pickle cucumbers — in Israel, it’s olives. Once I have my own home, I’ll plant mango, avocado, and peach trees. And an orange tree for dessert.
News update:
- got a haircut
- received a 5-year Darkon and local driver’s license
- my diplomas should be validated soon (though I still don’t get why I need them)
Life in Israel is different in many ways, which makes running my channels so interesting:
- Israel – Cultural Code (walks around Israel and tips for new immigrants)
- Shtukensia Live (my vlogs and local fun stuff)
Hope you’re doing well in life.
It wasn’t really the right time to move to Israel. The war will end but the trauma will remain and the threat still present.
You never know if the time is right or not