I often need go down to Tel Aviv from my lovely mountain top city, Jerusalem. Each time I get off the bus at the Tel Aviv bus station I sense a small culture shock. The hot, humid and dusty sea shore city of Tel Aviv was never my cup of tea.
But something in Tel Aviv seems to be more alive. Walking down the streets in Tel Aviv, it seems people are busy just going about their life. In Jerusalem, by contrast, people are much more preoccupied with other people’s life, than their own.
Tel Aviv is the stronghold of Israeliness, so people live with out the usual existential fear most Israelis have.
Jerusalem is the home of many different types of people. While riding a bus to work, a Jerusalmite will probably run into all others groups: Ultra-orthodox Jews, modern orthodox Jews, Christian monks, Russian immigrants, Arabs, secular Israelis and every other mix of the above one can think of.
While all those people meet each other often in the streets, transparent walls separate them. They live in different neighbourhoods, study in different schools And study different curricula.
A lot of the fights in my city are just about keeping this fragile status quo. For a a few month now, an extreme group of ultra orthodox Jews are violently protesting against the opening of a public parking lot on the Sabbath. Some of the streets in the city are blocked on the Sabbath to prevent cars from entering ultra orthodox neighbourhoods. For an Israeli, Entering the Arab neighbourhoods of Jerusalem, is almost like going abroad. Even in the University, Arab and Israeli students rarely mix.
Meting your out-group so often might be a bit straining on one’s identity. “Who am I” is a question often asked after interacting with such a diversity of people. For me, it is a part of Jerusalem’s lure. For other’s it too straining – those people go to Tel Aviv.

