Netivot (Hebrew: נְתִיבוֹת, "paths") is a city in southern Israel located between Beersheba and Gaza. At the end of 2009, Netivot had a population of 26,700.
Netivot was founded in 1956 as a Negev development town. The first residents were immigrants from Morocco and Tunisia. In the 1990s, they were joined by immigrants from Russia and Ethiopia. For many years, Netivot suffered from high unemployment. Since 2008, Netivot has been the target of Grad missile attacks from Gaza. In 2012, a rocket exploded near a school in the city.
A major landmark is the tomb of the Baba Sali, a Moroccan-born kabbalist who is buried there.
In 2001, the ethnic makeup of the city was 99.9% Jewish, with no significant Arab population, and the population was evenly divided between males and females. The city ranked relatively low in the socioeconomic index (3 out of 10) In the wake of Operation Solomon, Netivot absorbed a large number of Ethiopian Jewish immigrants.
By the end of 2009 Netivot had a population of 26,700.
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I remembered each flash as time began to blur
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
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Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide
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Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide
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Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide
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