Being Seventy Is Not A

How Can We Return The Occupied Territories? There Is Nobody To Return Them To.

Men Who Have Reached And Passed Forty-five, Have A Look As If Waiting For The Secret Of The Other World, And As If They Were Perfectly Sure Of Having Found Out The Secret Of This.

Men Are Committing The Rapes. Let Them Be Put Under Curfew.

The Modern Woman Asks Herself: Is There Something Wrong With Me If My Children Don't Fill Up My Life?

If We Have To Have A Choice Between Being Dead And Pitied, And Being Alive With A Bad Image, We'd Rather Be Alive And Have The Bad Image.