They were typical first-generation Israelis, archetypal 48ers, as their generation was called.
My father’s family hadn’t been Haredi in over two generations, and my stepmother was a Mizrahi Tel Avivi who got to do her IDF service at the Israeli embassy in Paris – and stayed.
Attending high school in the United States in the mid-1980s gave me a serious case of culture shock. I went to Quaker and Anglican schools, where Protestantism was front and centre.
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