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Good girl gone Israeli

You are becoming Israeli, is what I’ve heard a lot. Back home I would usually be the quiet innocent girl who just let people pass me in line without saying anything, back home I would also have patience and I would also not be very loud when I speak, but since I have been in Israel everything have changed or I have changed a lot.

When standing line I kind of cut in line as well, or you can put it this way, I find some ways to get in front of people.  The biggest nightmare in Israel is to get on a bus to different places in Israel. There is no mercy. The saying the survival of the fittest can easily be used to describe how it’s like to get on a bus here. My first time trying to get on a bus, I just let people pass me and squeeze me, and after couple of times of being squeezed and letting people cut in front of me, I decided that enough was enough, it was time to bring out the elbows myself. I always say something when people are trying to cut in front me. One incident that I remember most was when I was going to the West Bank with my friend Nicola and some other, and in order to get to the West Bank, we needed to take the bus to Jerusalem first. So, we were standing in front of the line but Nicola and I decided to get coffee. We got the coffee and went back and started to push us through the crowd. That was not very popular with an old lady who started to yell at me in Hebrew, and when the bus came, the old lady started to push me and tried to cut in front of me. I was shocked, thinking: That old lady is tough.

Back home everybody stands in a line and if you cut in line you’ll hear it. I am very curious how I am going to handle going from cutting in line to stand in line with lower patience than I had when I came to Israel. I hope that I won’t go back to Israel with a black eye.

The other thing I have noticed is that Israeli look at me as a good, innocent girl that don’t speaks out loud or talk back. It’s very funny that when they say something to me, they don’t really expect me to say anything thing, but when I say something back, they always get big eyes.  I might have a big mouth but my mom always told me that you shall never take shit from other people.

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Every person is a new door to a different world

Hi people!

I know it has been long time ago since I posted something, but I have been busy. I promise that I have going to update the blog more. The 4th of December it will be four months since I came to Israel to start my studies abroad and the semester is almost over. I love Israel but on the other hand, I can’t wait to come home to my mom and my dad. I can’t wait until I can hug my parents again, walk my dog and snuggle with my dog feeling the warm fur, watch Norwegian TV, and see my friends from back home, and, even though I don’t like Norwegian food, I can’t wait until I feel the taste of Norwegian food. I am going to visit my family in Poland. I am going to be home two months, but I know after those two months I know that I’ll be more than ready to go back to Israel.

Many Israelis have asked me if I miss home. To be honest I do miss home, but I have experienced a lot during my months in Israel. I have had ups and downs as all people have, but I rather focus on my ups then downs. I have met many new people, for good and worse. Most of the amazing people I have met here in Israel are leaving soon. I am going to miss each one of them. I am going to miss small things like the jokes, the funny comments, the gathering outside Dylan’s room and I am going to miss partying with these people. I really hope that the next group who are coming is going to be as amazing as this group. I am very happy that some people in the group is staying for the next semester.

I have been traveling around Israel and outside Israel as well. I have been to Jerusalem, Tel Aviv (ending up in a sprained ankle and a cold), the West Bank, Eilat and different other places. I have been to Jordan with some of the people from the group.

I promise that I am going to post more regularly, so I can share my experience in Israel.

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