Ariel: Men, women, cats, dogs, hedgehogs... Culture or nature?
Osher: What nonsense! I'm calling the police!
Ariel: Once, at the train station at 5 in the morning, I had to wander around for a really long time searching for the right restroom.There were three doors. To the right - men's, to the left - women's. And one more door in the middle. What would you think? Turns out, behind it - a police station.

Osher: Well, alright. Let's skip the whole gender thing. In English, there's "it". Though, that's not for humans, it's for animals and objects. How are we going to talk then? I'm a woman.
Ariel: What did your chromosomal test show? Are you definitely a woman? And your hormonal one?
Osher: Dream away! Be a man! Dream away! Be a woman! Give thanks and follow your destiny! No mistakes! Be a man! Great possibilities! Be a woman!
Ariel: Oh, no!
Osher: Rules are the first and foremost! Attention! Men to the left!
Ariel: Women to the right!
Osher: Manner nach links, Damen nach rechts! Jedem die seine!
Ariel: Never again!
Osher:
סליחה! סליחה! סליחה!
Ariel:
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Slowly crawls the snail. The phone is ringing, but she won't answer any faster. This is her normal speed. "Never hurry" is her motto. The snail is a therapist. You can't rush your work; otherwise, patients will get to know you too quickly. They're already here with you, so why rush? The phone keeps ringing. You might think it's an emergency. Now the snail is ready for a Zoom session. It’s Butterfly. Butterfly is the patient.

Butterfly: Hi. I want to tell a story about a liar. I'm a liar. This is a story of a worm who completely lost its human face. It all started when I was a child. No, even before. At first, I was an egg. It was wet, dirty, and there was no air conditioning. Knock, knock, knock. I knocked on the world. The world didn't respond. Then I knocked harder and, unfortunately, completely destroyed it. I apologise for this destruction. Being born was not my intention. I was an earthworm. Born to crawl, will never fly.

One day, I found something white on the ground and put it on. It was a human face. Everyone looked and understood what it was. They became my servants. Of course! I had a human face, the face of a superior being. Well, I hope I wasn't a bad boss, but who knows. A few days ago, I lost the human face, and everything went awry. I turned into stone. It's hard to explain.

Intermission (10 minutes).

People went out for coffee and pastries. They returned happy and full. I started turning into a butterfly. It was painful but bearable. At first, I couldn't take off. I spread my wings, and people just looked at them for fifteen minutes, and they didn't get tired of it. Because my wings were amazing. Then I took off. But, you know, I was never a superior being, unlike these people. I was just a butterfly. Who wants to listen to a simple butterfly? No one. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you! Really, thank you!

The snail lifted its head and wiggled its antennae. It liked the story and continued on its way.

"Recently, a young man returned from a vacation in Myanmar with his girlfriend. He was wearing a wide cotton skirt, the traditional costume of the country he just visited. Two people approached him and told him to change his outfit: to switch from the skirt to pants.

'Why?' the young man wondered.

'Because here, they won't understand you and might break your legs,' the two explained.

'Who's going to break them?' the traveller asked.

'Well, we might just do that,' the approaching pair admitted.

And after some consideration, the young man went to the restroom and changed his clothes. What was he thinking about? One crucial matter: is it worth engaging in conflict in situations where your clothing irritates belligerent idiots? Especially if wearing a particular outfit isn't tied to any religious dictates that a person assumes and commits to following."

Dear Institute of Tolerance, authors of texts, ideas, compilers of the series, artistic directors of the project, the three authors and two publishing houses. I don't want to get involved in any conflicts. Changing clothes in a restroom isn't very convenient. It's especially unpleasant when so many sensible and tolerant viewers have joined the 'belligerent idiots'.

6:00 — 7:00: plan the day.
7:00 — 8:00: cry my eyes out.
8:00 — 9:00: watch the news.
9:00 — 10:00: halt the trembling, take tranquillisers, comprehend my own insignificance.
10:00 — 12:00: mourn for the culture VS the culture doesn't mourn for me.
12:00 — 15:00: bid farewell to my place of birth.
15:00 — 19:00: fear the uncertainty of the future.
19:00 — 20:00: engage in conflicts with friends and colleagues.
20:00 — 21:00: engage in totally justifiable mutual insults. Online/offline.
21:00 — 22:00: Vent my anger onto people.
22:00 — 23:00: Tally up my losses.
23:00 — 24:00: Stress eat.
00:00 — 6:00: Fitful sleep with nightmares and breathless moments.

Hey, Hadas! Hey, Hadas! Hey, Hadas! Hey, Hadas! Hey, Hadas!

— Rose!
Whatever you do
Don’t sell your you
If you do
You got no you
Remember what I’m telling you
— I do.

— Rose!
Whatever you do
Don’t sell your you
If you do
You got no you
Remember what I’m telling you
— I do.

Hi!
I am happy to hear your voice, mom!
Why didn't I talk to you?
Yes.
This is what I am doing right now.
Talking to you.
Yes I am.
Doing it.
Please forgive me.
You asked me to tell you about how I am here. I want to tell you about my little toe on the foot. Are you interested?
You know, this little thing is still a part of me. So if I tell you about it it will be a story about me. One can say that it's not the most important part of me. You can also think so. I don't know. You are probably right.
Or probably you would like to have it instead of me keeping this useless thing with me?
That's ok. I can send it to you. I'll check if the post office will take it and send it to you.
They do ship internationally. I have to check if they work with body parts. Anyway, which one do you prefer? Left or right? Please let me know.
Never mind. It was just one of my stupid jokes. I love you. Keep in touch.
Yours child. Always.

Choose, do. Sort, collect.
Choose, prevent, choose.
Promise, keep, utilise.
Utilise, remove, drill.
Place, secure.
Get used. Do. Use. Make.
Check. Gather. Remove. Ensure.
Run, connect. Entrust. Run. Check. Don't worry.
Make an effort. Don't do.
Fulfil. Do. Look.
Trust. Align.
Press. Do.
Find. Choose. Do.
Put. Don't place. Set up. Use.
Promise. Put. Adjust. Entrust.
Calculate. Delete. Look. Do.
Follow. Tighten. Replace.
Gather, use.
Delete. Turn. Close. Check, replace.
Insert. Don't move. Sign.
Sign. Disperse. Allow.
Turn on!
Warning
If you live in a country where installing an air conditioning system without professional qualifications is legal, you must adhere to all local standards for electrical and air conditioning system installation.

I was wandering around the shopping mall and suddenly remembered I needed to buy tahini.

In slow motion, a bomb breaks through the glass ceiling and falls on my head. It was a mental bomb: "justice prevails, it will all be over soon."

Nothing ended. I was still there, in the same shopping mall. People were around, and they weren't involved. They weren't about to die with me right now. Are they watching the news?

The society of fear knows no boundaries, but it's remarkably unifying. The Fear International. Did you ever dream of such a thing?

And where the heck is my tahini?

Good morning, students!
What day is today?
What day is today?

What day is today?
Students!
GREAT!
How are you feeling today?
We're starting now!
No sleeping!
We're learning!

Dear Louis,

I've seen countless contractors who mistakenly consider themselves war professionals. Their projects are mundane and well-known to everyone. I want to share with you a confidential list of my proposals.

1. Bridge designs.
2. Production of assault ladders.
3. Instant building destruction know-how.
4. Artillery gun blueprints.
5. Developments for naval warfare.
6. Premier technologies for underground passages.
7. High-mobility tank manufacturing.
8. Convenient artillery weaponry.
9. Crafting catapults unfamiliar to our enemies.
10. During times of peace, I'm involved in architecture and urban planning.
11. I sculpt sculptures; I paint paintings.
12. I can cast your favorite horse in bronze.

With humility, I offer my modest services to Your Highness.

With respect,
Leonardo da Vinci
1482

Neuropsychologists suggest that where it smells pleasant, people readily embrace democratic ways of communication and conducting affairs. In places where the smell is unpleasant, people tend to comply with non-democratic methods of governance.

The scent of childhood in Moscow. Chocolate as you exit the subway. If the wind blows in the opposite direction, the smell of chlorine from the pool. It's stronger. Bad smells are not ones you'd want to reminisce about.

Madonna was born into a good family. Her mother and brothers perished in the war. Her father remarried a different woman, an economist. This woman found him a job at a factory, while Madonna worked in cleaning and looked after children.

Everything was fine. Madonna worked 14-hour per day, received food and a place to sleep. She didn't speak the local language, so she couldn't use her education. She was young and beautiful. No one understood what she was saying, but everyone loved her eyes. Everyone loved Madonna.

Then Auntie came along. She dreamed of humiliating the royal family. Madonna put on a beautiful dress, and they rode a pumpkin to the tower. The prince fell in love, married Madonna, they had a picnic, ate, sang, danced, and had children.

No one listened to Madonna, and she grew weary. She only wanted to talk to the children. The children didn't really listen either, but at least they behaved well.

Life in the tower was very dull. Someone suggested to the prince to hang all of Madonna's relatives. Why not? Now Madonna had to save her people. She had a kind heart, so she came and said, "Then hang me too." The prince thought that if he hung Madonna, there would be no one to look after the children, so instead of people, they hung sweets. Today, when we're hungry, we gather sweets from the trees.

Auntie succeeded in her plan and was very pleased with herself. The royal family was humiliated. A king is like a country. A country is like a king. Neighbors thought it was a very bad kingdom and stopped going there, then stopped inviting them over.

Daughters, tell your mothers! Madonna is not a country.
Everything everywhere is new: words, things. But stories like these still resemble medieval legends. Finally, this tale comes to an end.

— So, this one... about women... and she... everything will be fine... in half an hour... after half an hour, I managed to touch up my shoes... fix them. I made them by hand.
— By yourself? What else is interesting?
— It hurts on this side. Someone hit me here.
— Who? When?
— Just recently. Maybe this is the one who beat me, the one who hit me, because he's a thug.
— Who is that?
— A small, short one. Kind of blue one. See, he's coming this way, as if on purpose.
— Who? No one is bothering you, right?
— Why would he bother me? I'm beautiful. I do my own things. People really respect and love me, many people love me for this, what's it called?..
— Maybe you've imagined everything and it's not like that?
— It's all like that. I just adjust a little, even then, I'm doubtful, should I adjust it or keep it here, this little sign...
— Sign? It's a letter. You can read Hebrew, can't you?
— Yes, I can read.
— No, the other way around, like this.
— Si-ka-ta.
— What letter is that? This letter?
— This? "S". Yes. Si-ka-ta. It includes drawings and women's journeys here, and not just journeys, but overall...
— What language is this?
— This is English. It's all in English... this one, who's talking now.
— Who?
— This one, who's barking now... at me.
— No one is saying anything bad to you... and it's not directed at you.
— So, she said it to someone.
— It’s just that you...
— ... this employee, I don't know what her position is called, but she's a good employee. You can tell by looking at her that she's a good employee. And it's clear that don't know what she is doing. I'm scared of short, blue ones... I need to start the record, but she doesn't know how to start it. I want to go, but it's just very cold.
— It's evening now. Not too cold.
— What month is it?
— November.
— Already November? I'll wake up tomorrow, take a bath, be alive and well, and then I'll write to you all about this staircase. if you can handle the noises, so that people understand.
— What?
— They're calling you now to do these... tiles. Alright. But how does this...
— You don't need to do anything. You don't need to touch anything here.
— No need?
— Yes, everything will be fine.

Every day, Americans come to see me. I like their way of life. And they're not as curious as you.

My specialty is ceviche. I make ceviche better than anyone else. I'm the best at it. I think the key is simplicity. I used to use a lot of different things, but gradually started reducing the number of ingredients. If I can remove something from my ceviche, I'll do it.

I only use whole fish.
I make kosher ceviche, but the fish is what matters. In ceviche, there are five main ingredients. Five fingers on a hand.
Fish, salt, onion, pepper, lime, and... lots of love. I can prepare the best ceviche in the world. Easy and simple.

(Sound interruption, montage)

This way, you'll get a sweet taste without the strong smell of onion. The fish must be very fresh, that's all.
You should cut the fish with the respect it deserves. And don't forget, it was caught yesterday, it didn't swim here on its own. Mix it with salt, pepper, and love, that's all. You need to find the right balance between salt and lime.

There's no secret. If there were, I wouldn't tell you. I'm telling it like it is.
Real ceviche will amaze you, and I don't know how to make it bad. Everyone here makes ceviche very well. All the ceviche made here are good. Can I make it for you? With fish and lime. Most importantly, the balance of acidity in the water. But I won't tell you how. Not for anything.

Samekh - Ceviche

- It's forbidden to say that everything is fine with you; something must be wrong. Just be quiet.
- You can't say that everything is bad with you; everything should be good. Just be quiet.

- You can't participate in projects.
- How can you not participate in projects?

- You're not allowed to smile!
- Why are you so serious?

- You can't stay silent.
- Speaking is prohibited.

- You can't focus on just one thing all the time.
- You can't keep changing your direction all the time.

- It's not good if you always succeed. You shouldn't succeed.
- It's bad if you don't succeed. You should succeed.

- Don't complain; you didn't work.
- You should complain; you didn't work.

- Is this a form of selfishness because there are people whose situations are much worse?
- Is this a form of selfishness because there are people whose situations are much better?

- We should help others.
- Help yourself!
- Don't help others; leave them alone.
- You don't need to "help" yourself; leave yourself alone.

- You need to grow; start doing something serious!
- Stop constantly growing and start doing something serious!

- This is a good lesson for all of us. Now we know.
- Nobody learned the lesson. We don't know anything.

- This directly concerns you, so don't leave!
- It doesn't concern you, so don't stick your nose in.

- You can't ask for help; you must manage on your own.
- You need to ask for help; you can't manage on your own.

- I've been in the exact same situation before, so I think...
- I've never been in such a situation before, so I think...

- This makes so much sense; why doesn't anyone understand it?
- This doesn't make sense; why does no one understand it?

Yael:I can't catch my breath.
Esther: Excellent, take your breath in installments.
Yael: Help! I was torn apart by a panther!
Esther: Kipling was a colonial English writer. Enough with the fairy tales! You've only encountered panthers on the internet.
Yael: He was so generous! He had a good job; he was never like this before.
Esther: Like what?
Yael: He's as stingy as... as stingy as... well, as stingy as they come.
Esther: Wow! Cat Woman Speaks for Women in America.

Esther. What television programs do I offer to my viewers? Who schedules my programming grid?

I call my everyday disputes and conflicts "war," using metaphors from the dictionary of war in my daily life. War in my home, war in my body.

How often do I stop a war? — 0
How many wars have I stopped already? — 0
How many wounded have I saved? — 0
How many lives have I preserved? — 0
Does anyone need the fantasies, failures, and foolishness that I offer? — 0

If it’s not me, then who casts the shadow?

My career began in 1991: standing by the subway and guarding an inflatable balloon with a bank's logo printed on it. I was assigned the night shift. At dusk, I arrived at Theatre Square. The balloon was positioned in front of the Bolshoi Theatre, its rope descending to the fence around the Karl Marx monument. I sat on a bench. Gradually, everyone left on the subway, and the metro closed. The city emptied out, and I was left alone in the gigantic square. In those years, there was no illumination on the buildings; it was very dark. I definitely wasn't thinking about Karl Marx. Just me and the balloon. One in the morning. Then two in the morning, still no one. The third hour came. Nothing happened. By four o’clock, I was very tired and stood up to avoid falling asleep. I got off the bench, moved closer to the fence. At five in the morning, a guy with scissors suddenly appeared. Snip! and cut the rope. My hands instinctively reached for the sky. The guy instantly vanished. And the balloon flew away. What color was it? It wasn't blue, it seems, more like white.

Yakov: The door opened, and a dog jumped on me. I immediately felt at home. He set the table, but we didn't drink wine. We talked about everything. We had a lot in common. Not with the dog, with this guy. I don't know why it happened, but I wasn't surprised for some reason. I was ready to fall in love. It happened exactly on that day. Hours passed, much was said. Everything was simply amazing. I stayed the night. In the morning, we walked his dog and agreed to meet the next day. I'm not a little boy, and I know these things don't usually happen. But I was ready, not in a hurry though. I thought, why not? We grew close, I haven't felt this close in the last 10 years. I've never let anyone get this close on a first date. It felt like I've known him for a long time. But I decided to test myself and not rush things. I didn't want to ask him why he wasn't calling. I thought everything was fine. People have the right to disappear. We weren't planning a shared future in the next few years. We hadn't picked out the colour of our future baby's stroller, but we were really close to it. He didn't call.
The next day I saw on the internet he was arrested. Allegedly, some minor accused him of sexual harassment. I panicked and called him, but no one answered. I didn’t know any of his friends, so I couldn’t ask anybody about him. It was a weird day. The next day I learnt from the news that he had hanged himself in his pretrial detention cell and left a note. In his note, he asked the head of the organisation in which he worked for forgiveness. He wrote that he was killing himself out of shame for what he had done and asked for forgiveness for his immoral behaviour.

I don't believe a word of it. Someone framed him. I'm convinced it was deliberate murder. I'm sure they killed him. In that pretrial detention cell. I've heard similar stories many times before. And this is definitely one of them. What can I do to prove this? Will anyone want to pursue this? I'm silent, just like everyone else.

The "Snowflake" generation. What is a “generation”? Is a snowflake something beautiful? Alright then, I'm a snowflake, but I don't melt. Are our parents the "Refrigerator" generation?

Sara: Get yourself together. Free people take responsibility for their actions.
Tamar: Aren’t you a bit too harsh right now?
Sara: This is called consciousness. You're trying to shift the blame onto me. What you do, you do. If you want to do it, do it. If you don't like doing it, then don't. You're you, and I'm me.
Tamar: Wow. Let’s take a break maybe? I don't want to complicate things.
Sara: You know I love you, right?
Tamar: And I love you.
Sara: Listen. It's impossible to communicate with you. You're not being reasonable. Just make a decision. I'm asking you straightforward questions. Do you agree with me or not? I'm counting to ten. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...
Tamar: Is this some kind of torture?
Sara: I just want what's best. It was your decision. There's no problem at all. I'll wait for five minutes. No answer is also an answer.
Tamar: You're quite the peacemaker, aren't you?
Sara: Two minutes until the deadline. (Pause) One minute. (Pause) Ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...
(Pause)
Tamar: Bomb.
Sara: Farewell. It was your decision.
Tamar: Take care of yourself.
(Pause, quietly, barely audible)
Thank you for the school of life you've given me, for believing in me, for what we've been through together. It hurts, but it's just pain. My pain isn't me.
Sara: Fly, my rocket!