Saturday, March 17, 2018 10:13 PM

Everyone at the tables around me in the cafe is speaking English. One young woman explains to two others (students, I'm guessing, at the local business school) why plagiarism is kinda, like, you know, bad. Men at another table argue about American election law. "That's not just Leninist, that's positively post-Castro!" Unused to the relaxed rhythms of a Sabbath afternoon, they stomp away without ordering. I order my usual (Turkish coffee and focaccia bianca, the cheapest thing on the menu), entirely in Hebrew this time. I still don't understand some of the things the server says, but everything turns out well.