Eran Ropilidis holding a pre-1948 statistical report from the Central Bureau of Statistics archive..
(photo credit: PAUL ALSTER)
This summer, on July 20, 2017, marked 10 years since my family and I upped sticks from rural, meandering northern England (yes, we even had a river flowing at the end of our garden) to begin our new life in the blazing heat and often equally blazing tempers of the State of Israel.The two ways of life could hardly be more different. Our reasons for moving, like those of so many others who make such a pivotal decision, are numerous and varied. I won’t bore you with them; suffice it to say that my Israeli-born wife and I believed that, on balance, our children would have a better life here than there.