The Only Country by Yair Lapid This is the only country where a patriot is someone in a car at a red light who buys from a Russian boy a blue and white flag that was manufactured by a Thai worker out of fabric woven in a Gaza sweat-shop. It's the only country where 61% of the population supports the mobility of the diagonal band, but only 12% of them actually know what it is. It's the only country where the unemployed go on strike. It's the only country where a trans-national highway stops in the middle, the 'Ben-Gurion Airport 2000' project is still unopened in 2003, water imports are starting in the wettest year ever, and the Pi-Glilot gas complex has been dismantled and moved eight times, but it's still there. It's the only country where 60-somethings still despise their platoon commander from basic training. It's the only country with two Finance Ministers, neither of whom has a red cent, a religious sage of 101 founds a political party, the prime minister is forbidden to serve as Defense Minister under a ruling issued by a government committee, the opposition completely forgot to field a candidate in the capital city, and members of parliament who chose to remain silent can't be shut up. It's the only country where the Transport Ministry has erected a roadside sign reading: "Cohens, keep to the left of the road", and now our only hope is that the Cohens will drive a little faster. And it's the only country where theater-goers set their VCRs to record a tacky soap-opera about theater. It's the only country where people visiting your home for the first time ask "Can I help myself from the fridge?"(If your lucky. some don't ask) It's the only country where no woman has ever got along with her mother, but even so they all phone their mother three times a day, twice at your expense. It's the only country where people show you photos of their kids, even when the kids are present (and terribly embarrassed). It's the only country where you can assess the security situation by the songs on the radio. It's the only country where the rich are the socialist left, the poor are with the capitalist right-wing, and the middle-classes pay for everything. It's the only country where it's a custom to accuse politicians of wanting a car - a Swedish car with the acceleration of a tractor. It's the only country where a corporal's mother has the cell-phone number of the platoon commander (and he better watch out...) It's the only country where the top hit at E-filled trance clubs is a schmaltzy army song from twenty years ago, where a singer whose project is a mega-hit still lives with his parents in suburban Kfar Saba, the toughest rap artist is called Muky (a name usually given to a puppy), and Zvika Pick's comeback has lasted ten years, so far. It's the only country that's launched a telecommunication satellite in space, but where no one lets you finish a sentence. It's the only country that has taken missiles from Iraq, Katyushas from the Lebanon, suicide bombers from Gaza, and shells from Syria, yet a three-roomed apartment still costs more than one in Paris. It's the only country where porn stars are still asked "What does your mother think?", footballers bring their dads to the game to shout at the coach, and on Fridays - when everyone goes home to visit the family - everyone sits exactly where they sat aged five. It's the only country where an Israeli meal is composed of Arab salad, Romanian kebabs, Iraqi pita bread, and creme Bavaria - we seem to like eating anti-Semites. It's the only country where a man in a grubby open-collared shirt is the distinguished minister, and the guy standing next to him in a suit and tie is his driver. It's the only country where the expression "I didn't bother you" means that I want to bother you. It's the only country where Muslims sell holy souvenirs to Christians, in return for notes bearing the features of Maimonides. It's the only country where you leave home at 18, and at 24 you're still living there. It's the only country where it's easy to find software for launching satellites, but you have to wait a week until someone repairs your washing-machine. And while on this subject, it's only here that a unit of time exists known as "I'll get to you between eleven and six". It's the only country where, on a first date, the guy asks the woman where she did her army service. It's also the only country where it transpires that she was more of a combat soldier than you were... It's the only country where just 60 seconds separates the saddest day from the happiest. It's the only country where most people can't explain why they live where they do, but have masses of reasons why it's the best place to live. It's the only country where, if you despise politicians, abhor clerks, hate the situation, are disgusted with the taxes, loathe the standard of service, and detest the weather, it's a sign that you love it. And it's the only country I could ever live in.