Going to Kiryat Shmona
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I decided that going there is not a bad idea following a conversation with
my daddy.
He had suggested that I build some smatyphone application, so I replied
that I would have to write it for both Android and Apple devices, to 
which he replied: "that's right, you'll have to work.".

He interprets what I say like a cop. 
I hate how he explains me that I have to work and earn money, so I said
to him: "whatever".

Until I show him that I earn money, I guess that in his mind...

  I'm obnoxious and lazy
  I'm uneducated
  My opinion means naught!

[ Taken from John Mellencamp's song "Crumblin' down" ]

Last second Passover Eve, I was invited to my parents' place to
celevrate. I have no car and there's no public transport back home.
Once again my mom offers me a place to sleep, and I say that I don't
want to fucking sleep there, so she decides to give me a ride back home.
I don't like it. It reminds me of the days my late grandma was still
alive and we took her to my parents' place and back home. Besides, my
plan was to fill in my credit card info to the Get Taxi app.


Yes, I can do it. 
I recall how Not To Touch The Earths by the Doors' ends:

  I am the lizard king
  I can do anything

What a great positive self-talk!
Among those anythings I can do is going to a place to which rockets and	
drones are launched. Kiryat Shmona is such a place. Last Thursday, I went
the by public transport just because I can. The place is now almost 
deserted. Nothing out of the ordinary happened there. I took a selfie to
share on the Family's Whatsapp group and other platforms to make it clear 
that my life is mine and I'm the one who is going to live it.
There are more places to see, and I'm not traveling for my safety.