Boiled meat

This afternoon I visited a large (500 person) old age home in Petach Tikva, and then the Yeshiva Zevulun Hammer. The old age home's kitchen is the most advanced I ever saw in Israel, fully equipped with inox steel machinery, all paid by German Reparations. It seems to me so different from commercial kitchens in Israel that it can be presumed that it is not functional. The lunch was boiled pieces of fatless meat, without salt, completely tasteless, almost uneatable. It is a very hot today (maybe 45 Celsius) and I had come in open sandals. The chef refused to let me in the kitchen, they were all in reglamentary tall antislip safety leather boots.

Then I went to the Zevulun Hammer Yeshive. I had been there six months ago but never paid, so I was angry (I am becoming a bitter, angry, aggressive, unlikable old man). To my surprise there were dozens fo busy Palestinians at work, hammering down the walls and making a total mess. I was taken to the underground levels where the infrastructure is housed, and there the suffocating heat, the frightening noise and the dust were unbearable. The Arabs wanted guidance on how to rebuild the plumbing system, but the Yeshiva is a four story complex building and without any drawing I had no way to understand what they were doing or what they wanted to do. They were disappointed with me, I insisted that without drawings I was not giving on the spot advise, I do not practice "corridor medicine". It was so hot and dusty that I started to shout to the astonished Palestinians, me a fat Jew surrounded by dozens of non-understanding Arabs, that they should work following drawings. These Jews cannot work without paper drawings? They may have concluded that I hated Arabs, thats why I was not helping them. (I dont hate Arabs, and anyway, business is business).

I hope the yeshive will not collapse on those poor superstitious children when they return next autumn to continue with their mindkilling Gemara. I sent a letter saying that I am not responsible for anything.