Sometimes I think we will never make it, but I know we must keep trying.

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Dear Nuriel, Eliran, and Rotem,

I hope this finds you well!

As you know I am doing what I can to help sustain a world where you to can breath clean air, drink clean water, and eat unpolluted food.

I am fighting, unfortunately that is the word, with millions of others against a tidal wave of greed, selfishness and apathy to try to slow down our supersonic frenzy towards the iceberg on our titanic planet earth. We have so many problems to solve: war, slavery, injustice, disease, hunger, and climate change. Sometimes I think we will never make it, but I know we must keep trying. Fortunately many of these problems are linked so that solving one of them, for example growing organic food in a public space improves health, solves hunger, poverty, and climate change, all in one.

I hope when you read this, you still have some nature, and all the good things we had, and that you have found a way into a sustainable and happy future existence.

Love from Abba

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