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"Pardon my ignorance", the inevitable question always begins, when people first hear where I live, "but is Sakhnin safe?" The tone they employ would seem to imply that Sakhnin is in Iraq or Afghanistan. Which, incidentally, is understandable, given that there are signs here pointing the way to Kabul, a nearby village. Seriously though, the apologetic question is easily understood - at least by me, since it was my first inquiry, too. The answer was affirmative - Sakhnin is safe, I was told, its people are warm and friendly and not at all dangerous. Just be prepared, I was forewarned, to deal with the prevailing suspicion that accompanies every Jew who seeks out Arabs, namely that he is either from the Mossad or the IRS. 

I am neither, of course: after three years in the army, I haven't the slightest interest in any topic remotely related to national security; and, likewise, the IRS hasn't the slightest interest in me or in the meager income on which I subsist, which is not nearly substantial enough to be taxed. Yet while I pose no threat to them, living here is not an experience entirely bereft of hazards.

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Sun of Sakhnin Tales of a season with Israel's flagship Arab team by Teddy Fassberg

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Ari - Jakarta: Dear Teddy, Queen's song We are the champion is the norm. You should have been here when Palembang's team beat my team PSMS Medan, their League winning song was P.I.M.P by Snoop Dogg. Imagine the hajj and hajjah from Palembang swaying the trophy and dancing to P.I.M.P -in fact they do not understand the lyrics but like the tune.
Louis the scooterer:

I agree with Charles #4, and also suggest you calm down and cool-off.. and carry on writing interesting experiences. In the meantime, when you drive your vehicle you should show that you are a good driver and keep your eyes on the road and use the brakes more often...and honk the hooter less. I will enjoy following you in this column.

Lou.

miriam shenkin:

Some 35 years ago, on my first visit to a famous Eilat Hotel, I met an English speaking Israeli girl in her final year in school. Remarking on her facility in English I asked her if her class had lessons in Arabic. "Arabic" she exclaimed scornfully,"When our Arabic teacher comes into the room we stand up and turn our backs. We dont need to talk to these people". I'm afraid my reaction meant that she didnt want to talk to me also. I have watched unhappily the total lack of communication between Arab and other Israeli children ever since.