[Bubala]

There is so much Israeli sadness in me, so much life, and heart and passion, spiteful resilient joie de vivre, insane determination sprouting from that darkness of that immanent and inherent sadness. The laughter, natural, spontaneous, uncontrollable, infectious, so easy to share, so damn projectable into the world, easy to relay to others. But the stubborn sadness, aggregate essence of the utter melancholic exhaustion, so heavy, so deeply embedded into my own shadow, impossible to grasp, impossible to isolate, impossible to do away with, never stops ticking.... Armed with comedy, even the greatest fighters sometimes just need a bite of silence and a sip of space... Close your eyes and breathe.... home... for whatever that means... One must carry on, one must always carry on.