Astha Subba

My three and half -year-old calls me Ema, Hebrew for mum and calls my husband Aaba, Hebrew for father. He speaks Nepali, English and Hebrew haltingly and thinks that our apartment in Hayarkon Street in Tel Aviv is his home. He was born here, goes to a local kindergarten, his best friend is a blue-ey...

I had always wondered how my grandpas ended up in the army. Sons of farmers, brought up in hills of eastern Nepal, barely literate, they enrolled, thrived in foreign lands, learnt the foreign languages, fathered children for whom they wanted lives better than theirs, different from theirs, and succe...