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About Tel Aviv

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

A Voice From Majdal Shams

So, I keep walking, and I hit this street called Al-Jazeera. It’s got these amazing views of the Golan Heights. I mean, wow. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in, and then I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I’m smiling, thinking, “This is what life’s about.” But then, one of them kicks the ball too hard, and it goes flying into a nearby garden. Oof! The owner comes out, all grumpy. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a ball!” But he’s not having it.

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