This morning I tore myself away from the computer for a brief moment to walk the dog, whose alias shall henceforth be Shuki. Actually it was 2PM, and Shuki was getting rather impatient for her morning walk. I intentionally don't take money with me on these dog-centered outings, to avoid impulse-buying (my neighborhood is conducive to shopping). So, equipped with cellphone, keys, and pooping-paper (the Jerusalem Post magazine section has the sturdiest newsprint, I've learned by experiment), Shuki and I set forth down Rothschild Boulevard, Autumn sun blazing and a healthy breeze blowing. We bump into a crowd. Uh-oh. Is it an accident? A walking-tour of Bauhaus Tel-Aviv? No. It's a Fashion Shoot! With a Child Model! And parked trailers hanging over into the street and clogging up traffic!
I wonder if this is what Theodore Herzl had in mind: a normal country. Is a Fashion Shoot a sign of normality? Well they are shooting with cameras, not guns. When we got home, I switched on the last 1/2 hour of the "Underground" (Kustariza) video and watched them shoot with both. I don't think there is any normal country any more.
Don't be depressed. There probably never was: just good days and bad days.