Today I had a meeting in the Vaad HaPoel in Tel Aviv. The heat was enervating, equatorial, exhausting, draining out the vitality from the obese old man I am. In the fresh shade under the trees, in Park Arlozorov, young people demanding social justice (see yellow sign on the tent) were protesting while taking a siesta (pic). I saw a shapely girl taking out a frosted pitcher of cool lemonade from a fridge and serving it in glasses with ice cubes. Maybe I was hallucinating.