'So we're going out, and here's the deal: we'll only drink in places where people were murdered due to inter-group hatred.' The seventh and final installment. For other nights click here. One April night in 2003, my cousin Yaron decided he needed a bass player. He was growing as a local blues musician and figured that some accompaniment would do no harm. He told his girlfriend, Shir, that he's popping over to Mike's Place, a blues bar on Tel Aviv's promenade, and left. He returned shortly afterwards, covered in blood and in a state of shock. While the band played at…Read More...
I went for a walk along the shore yesterday evening, just shy of a stunning sunset. Late-Friday afternoons are essential to understanding Israel, and Tel Aviv in particular; there is a shared serenity that lulls the residents. Everyone can share in the calm and natural beauty of the sea: it's free. ******* As I walked south towards Jaffa, a girl was handing out flyers. Something about her seemed a little apologetic, or perhaps almost hopeful. On impulse, I took the flyer and walked on, preparing to stuff it into my pocket after I had passed her. In those paces, I…Read More... | 40 Comments
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