Last weekend we threw a party on my roof in honor of mine and my roommate's birthdays, as well as the middle of our lease. Our roof is enormous, and we easily had 40 people on it. We borrowed a sound system and grill from our neighbors, and then caught flak for lighting up the coals to roast vegetables and haloumi cheese. As in my most successful nights, I ate a lot, drank a lot, danced a lot and then fell asleep in front of my friends.
Passover is coming next week, which means that these next few days are about cramming in a few interviews and errands before the country goes on holiday for a week and my sister comes in to visit.
I'm working on a story on Israel's water shortage, which this year is the worst in a decade. The only problem is that Israel never has enough water, so I am trying to find a way into the article without rehashing everything that is said every 7-10 years. On Thursday I'm going on a ride-along with a company trying to sell water-saving devices door-to-door in a few Israeli cities. A few weeks ago I met a guy who craps in a waterless compost toilet. All this talk is making me want a shower.
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