23 years and I still haven’t decided on how a post is supposed to look.     But it has 23 years of indecision behind the title alone.  The need to convey what a tiny slice of life in Tel Aviv feels like is the only consistent factor.  

Si  the play we saw the other night, Waking Lions, is another slice of Tel Aviv.  A doctor, coming home from surgery late at night, runs over an Erithranian refugee and flees.  His attempts to right the wrongs, unlike in Macbeth, lead to an uncomfortable settlement and cover-up that seems to satisfy everyone. except the audience (me).

It’s a good play about morality and this kind of questioning is surprising in a time of war.  Involved are Bedouin, Erithrian, and Arab societies as well as Jewish moralities – and almost all are respected.