My friend goes to Israel, not for fun, for living, for real. My friend goes to Israel, not for fun, for living, for real. I told him why? Why should you? It is suicide bombing, unemployment, Arabs, plus new Hebrew language. He said: ”It is my land.” “Are you Zionist, Jew or just adventure? Check the gains, check the losses. Friends, comrades, father, mother, land from Brest to Vitebsk. Clouds, forests, rivers, people who care will be lost forever. You will loose the mushroom travel, you will loose fresh fish in rivers. Russian girls who make you happy, lots of stuff and lots of cookies. You will be no longer called Jew, but Russian.” He: “Jew or Russian, does it matter? Gains, losses, how to check it? On Excel spreadsheet or on Lotus? Life is not just love and money, it is feelings, it is pride. Who can know what will happen? Maybe illness, maybe party. Life without vision is death in progress. Chabad is active, Torah-knowledge, God is watching.. Fire, killings, dead, whatever… Give me freedom, give me horses. Show me land with perfect people? Gossip, drinking, and abuse, Jews or Goyim, all the same. Minsk or Moscow, Chicago, Dallas, Jews are scattered, but not scared. Where is foreign, where is local? You may live in Minsk, but feel the pulse of Moscow. If Chicago is depressed, homeless people are in Poland. Jewish land is land with honey, cucumbers, no lawyers. Holy land is far or close?”

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