One of these years, I’m going to make it over to Israel on Yom Kippur. I’m going to wake up in the morning, eat a large breakfast with coffee and orange juice, and spend the day out riding on a bike on the empty streets. It’s like all the Jews have disappeared, simply vanished in thin air. And what’s left is what? A land without a people?
During the day the place is empty, but in the evening, with no cars on the streets, whole families — kids, baby carriages, skate rboarders, trikers, old folks leaning on canes — all play on the streets in front of their houses, whole neighborhoods milling in good cheer. No need to go to the park, the streets become the park. Laughter and kidding around rather than jostling for parking places and sticking to cross walks. Ban the cars and discover the people.
wishful thinking that all the Jews have disappeared
🙂