Tonight we took the kids to a program put on by the city to celebrate Immigrant Day, or Immigration Day, depending on how you want to translate it. The posters around town were very basic, not much detail. After inquiring with some friends there was recollection of a similar event in the past focused on the Ethiopian aliyah story and history. So I had high hopes for this evening, even as there was a little voice of skepticism on my shoulder. We arrived and there were people milling around outside the theater enjoying various ethnic cuisine - injira bread with vegetables and lentils, kube, blintzes, and something that I think was Moroccan couscous and veggies. It was meant to be a selection of foods connection to various groups who had immigrated to Israel. It was a nice multi-cultural smorgasbord courtesy of the city council and my tax dollars. As I looked around I saw a lot of Russian/Ukrainian/Former Soviet Union immigrants. I heard a lot of Russian or Ukrainian. I didn't see a...