The Delivery Guy

Despite not going to work yesterday and avoiding stress, I still was terrible confused. In the afternoon I simply couldn't remember what day it was. At one stage I was sure it was Sunday. Then I thought it was Monday. I guess I was thrown off my sense of time when I didn't go to work today. How confusing. But more frightening is that I've become so stuck in my routine, any change to it throws me off course.

Yesterday in Tel Aviv there was a 2nd wave of Climate Change demonstrations. Thousands joined in the march ... which was very colourful and festive. Very typical of Tel Aviv even addressing a sombre topic. I wish I had gone to join in ... but being Friday I didn't want to wander through the muslim crowd in my Quarter.  https://www.timesofisrael.com/israel-joins-worldwide-climate-protests-as-thousands-take-to-tel-aviv-streets/

The bedouin beggar

Just as the jewish Holy Days are about to start on Sunday evening, Israel's embassies around the world went on strike because their budget has been cut, reduced or simply not paid. Newspapers report that some ambassadors have resorted to charity from overseas Israelis to survive.

The good delivery boy

And talking about charity ... this afternoon on my way home from work I encountered a very touching moment on the street. There is an elderly bedouin woman who sits under a tree between the tram tracks and Damascus Gate park begging for money. It's been a tradition with us by now to always give her a shekel whenever we pass by ... and she always smiles and gives a blessing. Today I was taking a shekel out of my pocket to give her ... she was still some 10 meters away ... when a young arab delivery boy was huffing his bike uphill to make a delivery. He suddenly stopped, got off his bike, reached into his pocket and gave the bedouin a shekel. It was a very nice act as he hardly earns anything while working in this heat. It caught me by surprise and I couldn't take a photo in time. However  on my detour home through Salahaddin Street (I had to buy flowers for the altar) ... the same delivery boy was cycling pass ... obviously finishing his delivering. I quickly snapped a photo of him. It made me feel good to know that there are still young people who care despite their own poverty. Faith in humanity restored.