I am writing this blog live from a bench on Rothschild. I tried to find a bench that wasn't sunny but the homeless guys have priority over me and always seem to grab the best benches. I kind of wish someone took a picture of me right now. A nice Jewish kid on a Mac writing a blog sitting right next to a Heroin addict passed out on a bench. What a contrast shot.
The office calls to notify me that the meeting will be postponed by an hour. I convince myself that I need more American Apparel T-shirts and decide to burn some time by trying on some overpriced not so impressive t-shirts. American Apparel doesn’t design t-shirts for non-emaciated men. I leave the store unsatisfied. A UNICEF S500 Benz blocks me in on a street adjacent to Dizingoff . I pull down my window and ask a guy to let me know how much room I have in back of me. He kind of laughs at me and says “This is Tel Aviv Achi, everyone hits everyone”. I feel as if I’m in a sort of jungle for a moment. I pull an illegal U-turn and head for a coffee shop on Rothschild where the meeting will be held. If you didn’t know, all business in Israel is done over a cappuccino, its just how it works out here. I must have gone up the same streets for 45 minutes until I succumbed to the “20 Shekel first hour, 5 shekels every 15 minutes there after” bastards. I mean first year analysts on Wall Street probably make more than middle aged educated men in Israel. Time out just published an article that the mean price of a Tel Aviv meal was above the mean of a Manhhatan meal. So who is making money in this country?
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