it was after a few full hours of shopping yesterday evening in Dizengoff Mall.  We got tired of waiting for our ride and decided to take the bus.  But the bus ran into a traffic jam so bad the driver ordered everyone off, and we had to walk a few kilometers home.  

The problem began when I realized we were not only in the middle of a demonstration, but one unlike any of the earlier ones.  The people were angry, defensive, and the police did not seem friendly at all.  There, were groups of boys who were singing songs I hadn’t heard, and a general sense of strangeness.  The cars were stalled in all directions and everyone was angry. 

Maybe because it was so hot, and we were so tired, and it was a long, noisy, crooked way home…But I was scared.  This is the first time ever I really saw the chaos awaiting us.