Ya Habibi Tel Aviv

In general, we arrive in Israel after having had a unique experience: a kind of TV game show like Les Z'Amours, except that it is the members of the security of the Israeli company El AL who ask the questions, that we do not appear on TV, and that we cannot win 1000 euros. I have been asked for almost half an hour "What is the date of your meeting, your first kiss, your last family celebration," asks the security woman, while her colleague does the same thing with my girlfriend a little further away. It's for security, it's important. "All baggage will be fully searched, emptied and inspected. Toda - thank you.
The day before I arrived in Israel, I was informed in a Liberation article that rockets had been fired from the Gaza Strip. One of them came across a house in Beer Sheva. "The miracle? It is because the mother and her three children inside were able to go to their shelter and leave it unharmed," explains Guillaume Gendron in his article. The second, targeting Tel Aviv, had been destroyed. Immediately, the Israeli state responded by pounding empty military positions "to avoid escalation". Guides, restaurateurs and inhabitants repeat it: "we are this close to a war! "» . No matter what, the gin-tonic sparkles in the glass, the electro-oriental spouts out, bewitching and rhythmic, and the bodies drown themselves in it. Tel Aviv, Ya habibi Tel Aviv!
Dance, it's a hot night.

Tel Aviv - Yaffo, the city that never sleeps, extends along the west coast of Israel. It is said to be cut off from the conflicts that are stirring the country, drowned in the permanent excitement and the spirit of celebration and conviviality that can be seen everywhere. Located as far away as possible from conflict zones and relatively far from the fire coming from the Palestinian territories or Lebanon, we feel protected. Along the great boulevards along the coast and sandy beaches, where upscale restaurants and trendy bars flourish, the immense Bauhaus buildings stand out as a symbol of dynamism and modernity. "This is Miami," I'm told. And behind all this, a few corrugated sheets are piling up, between crumbled walls. Abandoned.

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