There is large yeshiva (Jewish religious high school) in Petach Tikva, near Kever Benjamin City, and they need a plumbing design. So I spent a few hours today at this yeshivah, which is not what you think. It is an ancient, unmaintained, cheap, three store concrete (bad concrete) structure, very dirty and smelling putrid sewage which was in fact dripping on the students in class. They didnt seem to take notice. The teachers have an authoritive stupid look, fat old women with funny hats, young Sepharadi men in second hand dirty shirts. The only person who had an idea from where the water was coming was Ahmed, a compact Arab, who sat in the table of the girls, visibly fascinating them with his masculinity. It was raining so the place was full of dog-excrement sludge.
Theoretically, I love Jewish religion and religious people, but when confronted with them in mass, I feel something in the stomach. All my life I wanted to be religious but cannot suffer the nonsense of Jewish prayers (which I understand), which are recited in superfast rythm because they are so interminable. I love Jewish tradition but I physically suffer when a religious analphabete tries to tell me an imbecile Hassidic tale with wolves and miracles, as it was the cusp of Jewish teology. And the superstitions, the magic, the amulets. And the dirt of the yeshiva.