Welcome to Costa Rica Or depression on steroids
A tough week – emotional, scary, lonely, family-oriented. Very little happened, but emotionally we experienced it all together in a concentrated capsule. Michael and Ofri a


Published: 20.12.2025
The six action heroes are setting off on a journey
Eight months ago, Yoela resigned from her job with both hope and fear. Hope that she would be able to reinvent herself, and fear that it might be too late, that she didn't have what it takes, that she wasn't enough. In short, what we all tell ourselves at some point. She gave herself six months to achieve something, turned the hourglass, and started small - a garden on the roof of a building. Maybe coffee and sandwiches, maybe yoga. How many tons of soil are even allowed on this roof?
Two days went by, and she received a strange message from someone in South Africa - can you write me a few words about yourself?
Yada yada yada
In two days, we are flying to Costa Rica, after countless goodbyes, tears, and a lot of love. I feel like I've run out of words a long time ago, that my past is already quite far from me, and the future is still not available in my imagination. Wandering in space, looking for a foothold. Then, in a moment of weakness, three promises to the oracle, Nitzan - I will stop eating sugar, we will arrive at Midburn next year, I will write a blog for Shabbat.
So far, it sounds really boring to me, but we'll see.
