Everyone is making a fuss over the chocolate case. The case of the "ugly Israeli." But I was looking for him, the ugly Israeli - and I didn't find him.
Maybe the ugly Israeli hid in the shadows? Maybe I hide my eyes and don't see around? Maybe every winter I simply see spring?
I don't know. But when I opened my eyes to see - I discovered the opposite.
And it was turned upside down?!
It started with an innocent bus ride. I've already told you that I love traveling by bus and train. On the other hand, I really don't like traveling by taxi or private car.
So whenever I can change the trip - by taking the bus, I go on a long, exhausting, procrastinating trip - the main thing is that it be more fascinating.
Indeed, that's what happened.
At the beginning, it was a boy-teenager who, after boarding the bus, began searching his pockets for the change for the trip.
""I'm sure it was here," he said, digging into the same pocket again and again. "Suddenly it disappeared.".
The driver only heard "I suddenly lost it," and began to slow down. Lest the child find the lost item and have to get off the bus.
The coin was not found. But before I even realized what the boy was saying and what he wanted, not one, not two, but five people jumped out of their seats. I thought they had found the modest loss and were simply rushing towards it, like those who had found great loot. But no, each of them quickly dug into their own pockets and handed the boy a 10-shekel coin.
They didn't dig into the boy's words, they didn't try to interpret Rashi's interpretation of what they heard, they didn't try to think that maybe the boy was simply trying to get a coin out of them dishonestly.
They realized that he had no travel expenses and almost fought over the right to help him.
The ugly Israeli?!
But the storm subsided and, after a few stops, I discovered that the person sitting in front of me was staring at the ceiling of the bus.
I looked where he was looking. I couldn't figure out what he found there?
""I'm probably just weird," I said to myself, looking away and going back to flipping through the pages of my notebook.
The man caught my attention when he suddenly looked from the ceiling to the floor next to him.
There was a briefcase on the floor. I don't know what else was in the briefcase, but in a split second he stood up and went with a thin screwdriver, which he pulled out of the briefcase, to the lamp on the ceiling of the bus.
I didn't understand exactly what he was doing there. But the light bulb that seemed out of place with an electrical wire sticking out of it, he probably didn't like.
He twisted and turned something, then strengthened it with his hand, and only when the result had settled in his mind did he return to his place.
""Long live, brother," someone shouted from behind. "Long live," the other spectators shouted.
I settled for this picture that I took.
The ugly Israeli?!
As I left my radio show, I walked along the sidewalk near the Tamir Hotel. In the most bustling, noisy place, completely unlike a village or a moshav, I saw people standing and examining the tree that had grown on the sidewalk to the side.
""There's a rooster and a hen there," people pointed out in response to my question.
I was stopped. Two roosters on a tree, in the middle of a crowd of people and cars, this is not an everyday thing.
""Are you sure these are roosters?" I asked, trying to capture them on my camera.
Their croaking sounds were the answer to the question.
Many stood and watched with great interest, but then one of them started talking: How did they get here? Wait, how will they get down now? Maybe they'll be afraid to get down? He looked toward the Tamir Hotel and said without thinking for a moment: "I'm going to get a ladder to free them, they might get run over on the road.".
While all people are rushing back from work or school, I believe he wasn't completely unemployed either.
Still, cross the road to get a ladder. Because there are two creatures here who might be worth their lives.
The ugly Israeli?!
These are the "uglies" I encountered in the space of two hours.
So maybe the ugly Israeli disguised himself as a beauty in front of my eyes? Or maybe we really have to look for him in order to find him, and if so, what's the fuss?
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