In a few days we will celebrate the Israeli Independence Day. I don't know about you, but we're talking about one of my favorite days of the year.
Although hitting the streets might put you at risk of meeting a snotty teenager that might pull out the snow spray or crazy string spray on you, but what is this risk in comparison to the sheer pleasure of watching the torch lighting ceremony and bannerman, the fireworks displays, eating falafel and dancing to songs of "blue and white"?