We don’t even photograph the sunsets. We’re so used to the amazing scene. My friends says our standards of fun keep getting lower and lower. So one Aperol spritz, hummus, and a salad — and my evening is made. Well, maybe watermelon and a little encouraging news – support to the medical staff, building permits for Arab towns, and few other perks that Bennet mentioned tonight. Maybe every little bit seems to help. But I cannot overemphasize how important that beach is for so many people at this moment.

My neighbor, the one I always identify in these pages as a graduate of Auschwitz whose degree was handed her personally by Mengele, constantly provides me with a perspective. Last night she was sitting outside as we came home from a very sweaty walk. Ezi ran upstairs to dry off but I always feel compelled to exchange a few words. Sometimes her psychotic fantasies are a bit frightening, and I tell her that even if this man comes out of her paintings and prevents her from painting, she is the one holding the brush and she can paint over him. But other times she is totally clear. Last night, for instance, she said – we really have nothing to complain about – it’s not like the Warsaw ghetto when they had to fight over a piece of bread and had nothing to keep out the cold.

I had been feeling really confined and depressed over the latest outbreak and Ezi’s lack of antibodies, but a few sentences with her turned my mood around. We’re okay – so far.

On the one hand, I am sure there are many people like us all over the world who have to be so careful they almost don’t leave their homes – so many people with the identical experience. On the other hand, our information about people even in our intimate environment has become minimal. We have friends who live two doors down and we can’t get up the energy to get in touch. Have you had that experience?

Even more, we are all dealing with climate changes, as well as some pretty extreme changes in government around the world. The fact that the Taliban are taking over parts of Afghanistan, that Isis is on its way back, and that Lebanon is falling apart and Jordan is barely hanging on. A little too much to take in one August.

And finally, if the half a million old folks in this country who have been vaccinated for the third time, succeed in proving that the booster works, we have hope for the world.

When the news this morning announced that the ‘green pass’ was being instituted, I hurried to update my pass on the phone, and print out a copy to show in case my phone goes out. But my first stop, the arches shop in the sports center, didn’t demand a green pass. In fact, as I walked in, I discovered that no one was wearing a mask. It was only me.

Well, maybe when you’re exercising or eating it’s allowed, I thought, but when I get to civilization I’m sure I’ll be required to show the pass I managed to obtain with great difficulty. So I put it on the car seat as I went to enter the university.

But there were no rules there either, and no masks. Only at the museum, the only place we remembered that served coffee, did we find groups of soldiers, masked, and I almost breathed a sigh of relief, until I saw all the little children running around underfoot. No one asked me for anything all the way to the cafeteria, and we took our coffee out to the balcony.

By the time I got home, I realized that the whole ‘green pass’ business is just for the news, not for the street. And this means we have to STAY at home. Because if the streets aren’t being kept safe, we’re in danger.

we’re beginning to see – so far- the vaccines are not sufficient to stop the virus, that we’re getting it anyway. I don’t know what will happen with the third vaccine, but certainly the second one is wearing off. We’re not going the way of Britain right now because of the time that has elapsed since the initial round of vaccines, and the fact that they are getting sick, some of them seriously.. All this keeps me from rejoicing in any way.