I walk every day through the narrow streets of South Tel Aviv. I listen to Dizzie Rascal, to The Clash, to Phil Ochs. My mind is in London, in New Jersey, in California as I step around the boxes being unloaded from lorries. Men step into my path, I step around them, continue on and out of the streets to my office on the sixteen the floor, Derekh Begin.
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