Pride Day in Tel Aviv made me proud of being human

I looked at the plane’s window with a mix of hope and anxiety. After a long process and a couple of diplomatic issues, I was, at last, leaving the <a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/world-latin-america-57541794" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Covid apocalypse</a> in Rio de Janeiro, heading to a land of opportunity and new beginnings — with some spoons of holiness also, if you’re remotely religious, which is not my case. It’s been three months already since I first put my feet in Tel Aviv (celebrated with some samba steps in the airport). Time flies, but unlike planes, the route is rather uncertain. Those were some intense 90 days, filled with ups and downs: like getting vaccinated at a remarkable speed, or running for the shelters while Hamas threw bombs all over the country. As I could fastly assimilate, Israel is a country of extremes. <a href="https://danihip.medium.com/pride-day-in-tel-aviv-made-me-proud-of-being-human-f2924e882ca7">Learn More</a>