Getting Lost in Tel Aviv - 19.3.25
I’m not going to talk about the war. I’m not. I’m not.
But, after a sleepless night, I had to go to my granddaughter’s school in the heart of Tel Aviv, and got completely lost in a neighborhood I should have known well. This is not the way I like to walk this city. I passed by my favorite bakeries, noted that the ice cream store I’ve been dreaming about is closed – and may have been closed for the past two years for all I know. Waze must have thought I was a car and kept sending me farther away on highways. Finally I realized that Tel Aviv has to be maneuvered the old way. I asked a woman on the street. my destination was right through the alley.
Maybe this will be the solution to our problems – the simple asking of the person on the street can tell you how to stop this war.
Why am I reminded of the time Paul & I were at the Marlboro festival (Vermont), living in a dilapidated hut ~down the ‘road -a-piece’ from a farm..? I had been napping, then suddenly awakened by the incessant mooing of a cow in the small, dirt driveway. I went outside to observe…not understanding why-in-the-world a cow broke pasture, and came down the dirt road to me.?!
Next day I found out the farm had died of stomach cancer…around the time of the cow’s appearance in our driveway. The cow really was trying to communicate something to me.
Somehow, technology was neither available nor possible for the cow…but he sought human interaction! Maybe this is a far-fetched association.?