Epstein Secrets

ess Gideon Rachman Article 2. The National Interest Abbas's Breaking Point Ilan Berman Article 3. Article 4. NYT Bad Borders, Good Neighbors Ephraim Sneh Center for Strategic and International Studies Cyber Attacks, Real or Imagined, and Cyber War James Andrew Lewis Article 5. Foreign Policy The nex

tates as its facilitator. It also calls into question the fate of a series of so-called "final-status" issues (like final borders, sovereignty over Jerusalem, water rights and the Palestinian "right of return") that require bilateral consensus in order to be truly settled. That Abbas's government has cho

ess Gideon Rachman Article 2. The National Interest Abbas's Breaking Point Ilan Berman Article 3. Article 4. NYT Bad Borders, Good Neighbors Ephraim Sneh Center for Strategic and International Studies Cyber Attacks, Real or Imagined, and Cyber War James Andrew Lewis Article 5. Foreign Policy The nex

tates as its facilitator. It also calls into question the fate of a series of so-called "final-status" issues (like final borders, sovereignty over Jerusalem, water rights and the Palestinian "right of return") that require bilateral consensus in order to be truly settled. That Abbas's government has cho

011646 gone wrong. “Ehud,” he said finally, “Yoni’s dead. We got the hostages out. But Yoni was killed.” I sought out two other friends: Mookie and Ephraim Sneh, the Battalion 890 doctor, who had been with us at the Chinese Farm. Both were obviously torn between a sense of accomplishment in having freed the h

iting and wondering. I borrowed a Jeep from an army friend, with the idea that Nili and I could spend three or four days together, driving south from Jerusalem into the Negev and the Judean desert: to be alone, to talk, to see whether we actually had a future. I wrote her a note, took the bus to Tel Aviv whi

_028023 gone wrong. "Ehud," he said finally, "Yoni's dead. We got the hostages out. But Yoni was killed." I sought out two other friends: Mookie and Ephraim Sneh, the Battalion 890 doctor, who had been with us at the Chinese Farm. Both were obviously torn between a sense of accomplishment in having freed the h

iting and wondering. I borrowed a Jeep from an army friend, with the idea that Nili and I could spend three or four days together, driving south from Jerusalem into the Negev and the Judean desert: to be alone, to talk, to see whether we actually had a future. I wrote her a note, took the bus to Tel Aviv whi