Israel is a wonderful country! I am not afraid to repeat it over and over again. A case from life, I think this story is worth reading!

Yesterday evening, somewhere between interviews, the purchase of a garbage bowl, the search for a refrigerator and a rally, I found myself in the area of Tel Aviv’s central bus station. The place is great for many reasons, especially in terms of the number of people living there.

I go hungry, tired by the store "Natasha", fun Filipinos, no less joyful Eritreans, endless bars with candy, cell phones and other range of "all 10".

I turn once, twist two, three and see a cool home Ethiopian cafe. The smell is crazy. Inside only my own. I go in, I see something on the plate.

by Shalom!
Shalom to Hamuda! Are you looking for something?
I just wanted to eat. What is this?
This is a type of vegetable cottage.
and class. Can I two?
With pleasure. Here’s another slice.

I take the cocktails, sit at a plastic table, next to a large table, a group of Ethiopians sitting for dinner, watching TV and periodically roaring, looking at me. After 10 minutes I get up, I approach the woman who was putting me food:

How much of me?
We don’t take money from our guests.
Okay, that is your job.
and no.
Meaning of no?
This is our home.

Here I look around, see the bathroom, family photos, children’s toys and finally I realize that I just walked out of the street into someone else’s Ethiopian home and asked me to feed. I didn’t understand what it was, but it was delicious. The owners are fun. This is wonderful nowadays.