Everywhere in tel aviv tonight the cafés were open and crowded.   There were a few masks here and there, but I felt like a dinosaur in my hospital mask.  We just rushed past the happy people on the streets, hoping to get by without catching something, hoping someday we’ll be able to join them. 

Not that we were not celebrating.  We’ve been gradually moving out of our shell for weeks – a bit reluctantly – wishing we’d finished some of the projects we’ve promised ourselves to complete.  A few more weeks of cleaning, of writing, and we’ll be set…

or is it only me who feel guilty that i’ve wasted a year.