(Ynetnews) Yair Lapid - Nobody talks about my Tel Aviv. Tel Aviv is the perfect example of the Israeli reality, where all of us are doing badly, but most of us are doing well. Yes, we have the suicide bombings, the economic situation, and the armed guard at the supermarket's entrance, but that's not what our life is about. Often, when I meet friends who live abroad, I feel the warmth of their worries enveloping me. I must admit there is something pleasant about it, but (sorry to disappoint) the concern is unnecessary. Have you ever tried to drive in Naples? Take a nightly stroll through downtown L.A.? Walk around Rio de Janeiro with a wallet tucked into your back pocket? Every big city in the world features its own hazards. Statistically, chances are I will die of a heart attack at the age of 78.7 during a chain-reaction car accident on Highway 5. For some reason, I'm embarrassed by the fact that I feel good here. Even when I look at it objectively, it still appears Israel is one of the nicest places on the globe. Just like all other Israelis, I say Israelis are intolerable, but always choose to spend my time with them nonetheless.
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