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Notes from Tel Aviv

I Want to Eat My Pasta in Peace

What a liberal Israeli told me over dinner on Monday night.

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Eli Kowaz
Sep 17, 2026
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Taverna Romana, Tel Aviv (Photo: Sharon Ben David)

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At a dinner with friends on Monday night, over a plate of pasta at Taverna Romana in Tel Aviv, I was expecting to get a break from talking about elections, the conflict with the Palestinians, and the future of our country.

I was meeting two friends, both American. One of them—I’ll call him David—is being forced to leave Israel.

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