Last night, I experienced one of those rare déjà vu moments on a beautiful late-October evening in Tel Aviv. As I exited the jam-packed Ayalon Highway, a familiar warmth washed over me — that sense of I’ve been here before. In an…
Last night, I experienced one of those rare déjà vu moments on a beautiful late-October evening in Tel Aviv. As I exited the jam-packed Ayalon Highway, a familiar warmth washed over me — that sense of I’ve been here before. In an…