I seem to take a fair number of flights to Vienna, or from that city. And, often, there are Israelis on the plane. Apparently, Vienna is a common connector with Tel Aviv.
As a rule, the Israelis have several children, and they call their father “Abba.” I never cease to be astounded by this — and to get a little kick out of it. The very name that Jesus used, way back when. Used now, in a revived language, in a revived country.
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