A new beginning?

How do you start a blog? Write something about yourself, maybe? Or maybe just dive in and start telling the world and it dog about your crazy ventures, like my plan to publish an unofficial Hebrew translation for "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" which, from my experience, would have been much more loyal to the original, and a higher class of language (not to mention less typing errors) than the official? Or is it better to go with a humorous essay in an attempt to draw audience, joking about why I decided to open a blog in English, when I have a perfect little blog in Hebrew (actually, it's pretty obvious - not enough potential readers)?

So untill you (and I) figure out an answer, remember: If London is flooded and 5000 people die in France every week, it doesn't mean you can't possibly conclude that the process described in "The Day After Tomorrow" hasn't necessarily begun yet (sorry, I saw "Shrek the Third" yesterday...)!

(p.s. - This was the original starting post for this blog, before I imported my older English blog into it)

Bus-Airport Ltd.

Not easy are the military life in Israel. Not even for those who, most of the time, do what our dear global language often refers to as "nothing". Like me.

And so I found myself, in the middle of the day, sitting in an Internet Cafe' in the Central Bus Station in Jerusalem, called (how original) "Cafe' Net", drinking an "XXL" cup of Ice-Coffee and, well - waiting for a bus. How strange it is, when you actually think about it, that the Israeli transportation corporation, EGGED, has raised the marketing of public transportation to a state of art: Every big city in the country has a "Central Bus Station", which is actually a mall, but much more crowded and with all the shoppers messing around with bags the size of nuclear bombs. And then there are the platforms: A line of parking slots for buses, every one with a number, and a bunch of electronic boards showing the bus-lines' "boarding-times". Just like in an airport, but without the Duty-Free shops. And another difference: When you come down from a long bus ride you don't need to re-set your watch. But it doesn't mean you don't need to learn how to deal with language and culture differences...

So, until the next post - remember not to step on other passenger's feet or bags, and stop calling the driver's chair "cockpit"!