post-Independence

Cough. Splutter. As the skies above Israel slowly clear from the BBQ-induced pollution, the millions that swamped the parks, nature reserves and, yes, traffic islands, return to work. This includes all those 'male Israelis', those keepers of fire, fanners of flames...why is it that every Israeli guy thinks he can do a better job than the next? I gave up a long time ago trying to give any advice/help out, their years of training and ego completely eliminate the possibility.

And pardon me for pissing on the burning embers, but I dread to think of the 'balagan' (mess) that is awaiting all those cleaners/litter collectors. I know from personal experience (when working as a gardener, we had a contract with the local council to clean the parks after the various holidays - unbelievable...), that it ain't a fun job. I don't care what anybody says, the majority of Israelis do not know how to preserve the beautiful oases that surround them...

My dream of staking out a roundabout just for the hell of it (final and absolute assimilation...?) wasn't realised...maybe next year.

Today is English lessons day, climaxing with a Southern Comfort in Rosh Ha'ayin sometime around 10pm.