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Gil MildarThe Times of Israel (Blogs) |
Our existential tragedy is that we suffer from a kind of innocence that borders on complacency. In Israel, beneath the daily rockets and chronic...
I feel the heat on the asphalt of Israel not as a whim of the weather, but as an intimate moral punishment. Sweat drips down the collars of men in...
There is a chronic fracture between the closed rooms where diplomats draft the future and the thick dust of those who absorb the impact of their...
In November 1995, Yigal Amir shot Yitzhak Rabin at point-blank range at a peace rally in Tel Aviv. I was in Brazil when it happened, and I remember...
Here in the valley below Gilboa, where Saul fell and where rockets fall now with much less poetry, I have been watching this war long enough to know...
The most valuable lesson I learned about myself was detachment. Not because it was unattainable, but because I searched for it in the wrong place. I...
There are days when consciousness turns on itself and what it finds is not comforting. These are not feelings. They are observations. And it is that...
A long time ago, at the end of the last century, I remember a photograph of Theodor Herzl hanging on the staircase of the Colégio Israelita...
In September 2025, a diplomat from Tuvalu raised a small placard against the creation of a Palestinian state at the United Nations General Assembly....
From the Gilboa hills which I look upon every day the stillness seems to belie everything. I see the weariness of a society where war has ceased to be...
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