So here we are, day one of the outpost almost over. in our new home somewhere in Tel Aviv, in a street called Khakhmei Israel, [chAchmai isrAel) in one of the poorest, most colorful neighborhoods of the city. (funny how color and lack of money go together) Everything is written in Arab, Hebrew and Russian, neither of one I understand. Every corner of the street we feel in a different continent, Africa, Asia, Russia, and at times there's a traditional Jewish family pushing a baby cart.
Tomorrow is our first 'official' gathering, so far we hung out with all kinds of people, all similar in the sense that they're all very welcoming, interesting and kind. Shabat is just about over, shops have opened again, buses started to go their rounds again and people start their working week tomorrow.
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