So you think you can tell?
A tale of infuriating statements, cultural boycotts, and an old song that won’t get out of my heart | Non-Fiction | Fresh Soup
One evening, exactly thirty-nine years ago, a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday and four months before my conscription to the Israeli army, I sat on the beach with Uzi and Oren, my two best friends, trying to come up with a good song for our funerals. All three of us had medical issues that meant we wouldn’t be s…