Shimon Peres is a genius. A genius of impersonation. All his life he has worked on his public persona. The image replaced the man. Almost all the articles written about him since he fell ill are about the imagined person, not the real one.

I am not the envious type, but I envy the Germans. I envy them for Angela Merkel.
Merkel did something that was completely opposed to her political interests. She opened the gates of Germany to almost a million refugees, mostly Muslims, many from war-torn, bleeding Syria.

A Palestinian youngster breaks into a settlement, enters the nearest house, stabs a 13-year-old girl in her sleep and is killed.
Three Israeli men kidnap a 12-year-old Palestinian boy at random, take him to an open field and burn him alive.

The best lack all convictions, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity!
Is there a better description of what is happening in Israel now? Yet these words were written, almost a century ago, by the Irish poet W. B. Yeats.

Please don’t write about Ya’ir Golan! a friend begged me, “Anything a leftist like you writes will only harm him!”

It seems that everything possible has already been said, written, proclaimed, asserted and denied about the incident that is rocking Israel. Everything except the main point.

By now every Israeli has seen the TV clip several times — showing a 14-year-old Arab girl being shot dead near the central market of Jewish Jerusalem.

I went to the seashore for the first time since my operation three weeks ago. Beyond the blue sea, in faraway Paris, the largest assembly ever of world leaders was deliberating on how to save the planet from climate disaster.

It is not very pleasant when serious people around the world ask themselves if my prime minister is completely sane. But this is happening now and not only abroad. More and more people in Israel are asking themselves the same question.

I first met Mahmoud Abbas in Tunis at the beginning of 1983.