It’s strange how just making it could be this heavy.
Waking up in this city, I burn through my days working jobs that no one wants.

Washing dishes in kitchens with no windows — that’s what pays the bills.
Usually, I miss entire weeks in a blur of shifts.
I keep going because what else is there.

This blog isn’t about success.
It’s about living without money — with just survival.
I document because otherwise, the silence gets too loud.

You become part of the background.
You carry boxes, and they pretend you're not real.
But here, in this blog, I get to say something.

Maybe someone will read this.
But I hit "publish" anyway.

You can follow the journey here: webpage

This is real life.
Not designed for likes.
Just someone trying to breathe.

Lately, I wonder how many people notices the ones like me.
We’re invisible, but we stay unnoticed.
At the bakery before the owner arrives, I move quietly.

It’s not about politics.
It’s just my reality.
Groceries for the week — that’s what I stretch for.

Sometimes I dream that surviving in Israel might show something real.
Nobody paid me to post.
It’s just how I hold onto my voice.

People say "just work harder", like you can escape with a podcast.
They’ve never been asked to clean toilets for tips.

Still, I’m grateful for words.
Even if nobody reads, it stays.

personal diary — that’s where it all is.
A post at midnight — all part of the story.

No branding.
Just a voice trying to stay silent.

Lately I lose track of what day it is.
Working nights turns everything into a blur.
Every shift blends into the next.

I eat standing up in silence.
My phone is old, but I’m still here.
This blog remind me that my thoughts matter.

Israel is beautiful, but you pay for it with sweat.
They visit Jerusalem, but we’re carrying crates out of sight.

I’m not giving up.
Sometimes I laugh.
That’s survival.

The internet doesn’t show you what it means to feel alone in a crowd.
But here we are.
And maybe that’s why I post.

You can read more, visit: surviving in Israel

It’s not SEO-friendly.
But it’s mine.
And maybe that’s enough.

They imagine poverty as tragic.
But it’s boring.
It’s staring at the ceiling before work.

You don’t get applause for showing up to stand behind a counter for 12 hours.
But you do it anyway.

Some days I think of quitting.
But then I notice someone clicked the link.
And I remember: this blog is proof I’m still here.

johnykosinsky is a record.
No sponsors.
Just me and a keyboard.

This isn’t brand building.
It’s surviving.

Some posts are angry.
That’s what being ignored does to your brain.

I still post, because I promised myself I would.

Maybe this blog won’t be remembered, but while it’s here — it’s real.

If you’re working late — this is for you.
Not to teach.
Just to say: You’re not alone.

So if you want to read more, it’s all here: surviving in Israel
Unseen.
But alive.

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Pub: 04 Aug 2025 19:01 UTC

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