Israelis, in case you don’t know, aren’t great at customer relations.
Outside the Kabbalah Centre, by Diezengoff Square, a man eating a felafel approaches me. He has long, wild hair and a huge, wild beard, like Ben Gunn, or Roy Wood from Wizard. He has, obviously, never been convinced by the merits of conditioner. Much of the tahini from his lunch has been redistributed in his… Continue reading Beggars’ banquet
Tasks always take a stage or two more than you expect in Israel.
They seemed especially nervous of ‘conceptual’ art. I can’t imagine what dark things they imagine.
Alberto’s espresso arrives. He pulls a face.
Dan shook my hand and smiled and said, ‘Welcome home,’ and I felt emotional again.