What My Parents Didn't Want Me to Hear

And why I don’t sound like an Oleh in Israel.

Me before I spoke Hebrew (and English)

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Last week I mentioned that I don’t sound like an Oleh when I speak Hebrew, and that the origins of my Hebrew fluency would be a story for another dispatch. That story starts not in Israel, but at a Chinese restaurant in Vancouver.