September 24, 2016
I dropped my bus pass on the street today. I realized as soon as I got on the bus--but it was too late, I needed to be at a meeting and couldn't turn back. I was slowly climbing the last flight of 3 flights of stairs to my apartment and drowning in the thought of the bureaucracy required to get a new bus pass. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Etti, from the bank. She found my pass and found my phone number. Israel--a small country that (sometimes) has your back.
Greetings from the Unholy Land.