I was born in Jerusalem in 1981. The first born child and grandchild (no pressure). Israel was quite a different place in 1981. One of the guests at my brit milah brought my parents disposable diapers (“from America!”) as a gift. Today I have three children of my own. When My eldest son asks me a hard to answer question (“What’s the best painting in the world?”) and I answer that it’s hard to answer that he says ask Google. So, It is safe to say there is a generation gap here. I’ll try to write here as often as I can.