We’re freezing down here! So we went to the bar in Kedma to warm up. And there are two musicians playing on oud and drums music that sounds like it should be Arabic but have tunes that sound like Shereles to me and maybe it’s the Pina Coladas but I keep picturing 4 Hasidic couples with handkerchiefs dancing in the background.

And now they have seen me singing along to one of the Hebrew tunes and they purposefully turn to play “Next year” with the words “Next year we will sit on our balconies and count migrating birds.”  It is the kind of sentimental song about peace that proves to me the fact that the whole thing is a fantasy.