Red-Tape (One)
The story begins two years ago. I had been in Israel for almost three months. I was earnest back then, ticking off my bureaucratic to do list as if I had faith in the red tape. I turned up at government offices without so much as a book to read, assuming that everyone would want to help me, that assisting an oleh in his bureaucratic absorption was the country’s pre-eminent spiritual mission, a fundamental joy. Read more
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