Every single day one thought strucks my mind. I'm about to leave. And no one knows when I'll be able to come back. To be honest, I don't want to. I haven't planned it cause I'd be better off this country and everything. Nevertheless, I won't be a piece of cake anyway. Obviously, not that hard as it could be if I were someone else or just Russian (actually, I'm not, just 12.5%, so it doesn't matter).
I'm scared a little. Not ISIL and Gaza disctrict and other politics - it's quite ok as I do believe IDF would protect me by all means. I'm not afraid of sudden death somewhere in the dessert, you know. But... People. Liars. Jewish. And just Israeli as same as I am myself. New coulture and language. Brittle edge betweem Islam and Jewism. Sultrines. No way to escape if anything goes wrong. A kinda weird country. And no one to give a hand. I would be saved if it was deadly danger. But otherwise no one would be willing to help.
I don't feel myself confident enough. Hovewer there's no other way that move on.