Here I was, a Jewish Latvian who happens to speak Russian, climbing up Mount Meron with Latin Americans in Israel during a war on a random summer Saturday and thinking, “What the heck am I even doing here?”. Great question, me, great question… Why do I speak Russian even though I am Latvian? Why do I call myself Jewish if I have never had a bar mitzvah? Why in Israel do I have myself surrounded with Latinos?...
Who am I? I like to believe that every person who manages to get to a point when they can call their life comfortable, whatever that means to them, has two options: (1) be content with the current state of things, or (2) challenge themselves and seek improvement. The first one is easy - you don’t have to do anything because you are, well, great already. The second option is a bit more complicated, as it involves stepping out of your comfort zone and embracing the unknown....