Taxi ride

When my weekend with my brother away from the Kibbutz came to an end, I had to get a taxi to return to Tzuba. Immediately when I got into the taxi, the man driving the taxi began sharing his opinion with me about politics. He talked about how hebrew is separating the state of Israel, because not everyone is able to speak the language. I was shocked that this random man felt comfortable to share his views with a random American girl. This taxi driver was explaining to me how the language of the Jewish people is not a positive thing for Israel. Even though I disagree with his opinion, I let him continue to speak because I was so intrigued by his political views. As he continued, I was stuck on the fact that this man was so open to share his views with me. I felt privileged that he confided in me so honestly, even though it was not a big deal to him.