I knew it. On Friday nights, the corner kiosk was always full of painted arsiot (low class girls) buying cigarettes and scented tobacco for nargilas. And hagigat pills. The son of the owner, who always did the night shift, was busted. Some forty pills were found in his posession. In fact, hagigat is legal, it is said to be totally organic, destilled from the Gat, a plant grown in all Yemenite garden. Its active element is Cathinone and Cathine, all amphetamine-like molecules, causing mild and passing euphoria, increased awareness, sociability. The Guardian interviews a resident of Israel, originally from the UK.
I discreetly slip the capsule into my mouth and wash it down with Czech beer. Around the bar, I can see groups of men and women talking animatedly and some are dancing.
Typical Brit, I won't dance or initiate conversation.
"Where you are from?" pipes up one of my female neighbours."So you like Israel?" she continues.
Rather than retreat into my shell, I smile broadly and start to chat. I feel a tingly sensation and a sense of confidence. I've had just one small glass of beer: this could only be the hagigat.
The music is now flowing through my body. I look around the bar indulgently. This is a great night.
Now I feel more than warm, almost sensuous.I need to stroke something, anything. The feeling remains with me for the next couple of hours.