Israel, how should I put it. Those past two and a half years in Denmark managed to wipe those memories.

In short, Israel is a country, whose existence is more or less on a limb as it is filled with a majority of Jews. The stress levels are somewhere between “extreme” and “insane”, the common language is Hebrew (with varying accents and vocabulary depending on socioeconomical status) and the common layman is a hardline fascist.

The weather was for a change something I can cope with. Not too bad at all, a slight breeze every now and then, 22°C more or less. To be honest, it’s rarely ever this great and during the summertime the heat is absolutely unbearable, often rising to 35°C or even 40 in some places. Life can be a bitch over in Israel without a proper A/C as my grandmother demonstrated - she’s got about 3 of them in her house.

The common Israeli person is a loud somewhat dark-skinned, short in European scales, has no sense of respect/manners/etc. and wears cloths with poorly phrased English slogans printed on them.

Last Thursday (I believe it was) I paid a visit to the post office to mail some postcards. I stood in what I thought was the line, and waited. Some old woman who could barely walk decided to cut me in line, ask how much some little notebook cost, pay for it, get the change back and leave all the while I was standing in line in front of her. I came there first, and she saw me there when she came, it was no mistake. But I mean, whatever, it’s just one person, right?

Along came a young trendy man with the usual marine-style haircut common around Israel. He stands right next to me and directs the clerk to bring him some sort of package, again, while I’m just there standing in line, or at least trying to. The clerk brought him that package, and gave him some tiny piece of paper to sign. So in other words, he was cooperating.

I eventually handed my postcards, he put some stamps on them, charged me 3 shekel or so (less than a dollar) and told me he’ll take care of them.

And I was there for only 10 minutes..

So now I’m here down with some sort of a disease which seems to affect my stomach for the most part. My back is killing me, because there’s hardly anywhere in here where I can actually sit, making it really hard to use my MacBook. But hey, at least I have an internet connection.

I can’t wait to come back to Denmark.