Ever had felafel at “Hakosem” on King George? I was waiting in line like at the soup nazis, and wondering how it could be worth the wait, when they passed a bowl of felafel back for the hungry waiters.
Yes.
There was kubbeh too, and I got two, then two more please and maybe… “Four’s the limit,” he said laughing.
Ever notice the dog schedule on Ben Zion avenue? The evening is when all owners take their dogs – lots of guys with german shepherds and danes, and more often enormous mutts, each with their unique shapes – lots of girls with mid-size dogs, of infinite shapes and characters – and lots of older women with bitsy ones like mine. There is almost no conflict, only a joy to feel the evening air. The peace that fills the air is in such contrast to the news around us, with all the gratuitous hatred. It is almost impossible to believe that it is going on only a few kilometers away.
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