Unlikely...

Have you ever been sitting at the Paris Cafe on the beach in Ashkelon, Israel, eating pizza and hummus with your American friends, listening to Russian karaoke and watched a man walk by in a kilt? I have. I did it today after five glorious hours of laying on the beach, getting mildly pinked by the warmish January sun. Then, as we drove through the rolling green hills of the Negev in winter, wondering at the fields planted in wheat, we saw the anti-missile blimp lazily turning circles over Gaza to the south. Finally we detoured through the recognized Bedouin village of Rahat to see the clinic there and watched the green lights of the mosque towers blink on as a huge fuchsia sun set on this small Arab city.

I live a surreal life.

K