Thursday, February 26, 2009
not meant to be
last night i went down to tel aviv, especially so that i would be there in the morning for an important class i wanted to take.
we woke up on time, had a fresh juice on the street before arriving at the garage to pick the car. (tel aviv is a city of horror for driving. you spend more time finding a place to park then you do in traffic jams) once we arrive at the garage, we can't find the car keys. so findus ran back to the apartment where we slept. there he can't find them either, so he phones me and turns out he put them in my back pack... he runs back to the garage. we start driving. the clock is ticking.
then the car breaks down, in the middle of the road, in rush hour. findus manage to kick it going after a few minutes. i have ten more minutes before the class starts. we arrive at the street where i need to be five minutes before nine. i jump out and start looking for house nr 1. i find nr 36. i find nr 23. and then...the street vanishes. no more street. no nr 1. i ask about 7 people, and no one knows where to find number 1. i walk forward and back, searching for another ten minutes. then i gave up and walked to the train station. lets say it was all for the better.