Among the people we were with last night, were those who were not only concerned with politics but were actually running for office.  They were people who believed that the way can still be found, despite the extremism.  They were all left, and would have discussed the possibilities at length, but were stopped by the declaration of the hostess that since the problem is Zionism itself, there is no way to solve the situation.  There were no compromises in her vision, and yet, the others, had they been allowed to speak, hinted at the possibilities of compromise.  

We were in Jaffa, where even laws of traffic seem to be suggestions, and driving home we encountered the youth who were out celebrating the weekend, driving recklessly, sitting on the sidewalks wuth hookas in a smoking bar, next to a different population in a bar, with teams of girls wearing half of what girls in Tokyo wear on the streets.  Something like a scene of post chaos.