A tale is quick in the telling, but a deed is slow in the doing. However, sooner or later, everything begins, continues, and ends, except perhaps the omniverse, and even about that we don't know much for sure. And so my journey is coming to its logical conclusion. I'm still talking about how, on Saturday evening, I boarded the first bus after the end of Shabbat.
Having said goodbye to Yigal in the rays of the setting sun, I made it to the bus stop, a hundred meters from my home hangar. Curiously, what is essentially an intercity bus also stops at internal city stops. While I was cooling my heels with a hungry belly, an older guy materialized nearby, with whom we couldn't communicate in English, but in Russian — no problem. It's often like that in Israel: everyone speaks English, but if someone doesn't, then they definitely speak Russian.