I get no exercise at all here. The most I ever get is running up 4 flights of stairs to my apt, and even then I usually stop at the third floor and hang out at one of the girls’ apartments, and eat whatever they have out, thus negating any positive gain from the “workout.” Yesterday, however, I went bike riding with Adam, or tried to.
We agreed to meet by the Ramat Ilan snail (a large concrete sculpture of a snail next to the playground. It has no artistic value whatsoever, it’s just a snail. Everyone just seems to accept it, nobody asks any questions. Why is the snail there? Who put it there? Nobody cares.). When we got there, we both realized that we both had flats, so Adam ran to get his pump. My front tire was so flat that when I leaned on it a little, I could press it totally against the ground, and feel the metal frame pressing, through the tire, against the ground. I may as well have wrapped the spokes in rubber bands and rode off in that.
After Adam got back and we filled our tires, I ran back with the pump to put it back in Moshe’s apartment. To make a long story short, I accidentally went to the wrong apartment, put the key to Moshe’s apartment in that lock, and it wouldn’t come out. I knocked on the door and explained, embarrassingly, what had happened. The girls who lived there were surprisingly ok with a strange man getting a key stuck in their door, but were just on their way out to go to a birthday party. So me and Adam had to wait in their apartment (interesting how they trusted us) until the locksmith arrived (an hour later, and when he got there he just clamped down on the key with pliers and yanked it out in about half a second, and charged me 150 shek. That’s about a million shek an hour. I want to be a locksmith when I grow up.).
Shmuly arrived today at 5am. Seems like everybody in my apartment is (are?) surprisingly heavy sleepers. It appears that it’s possible for somebody to bang on the door and ring the doorbell for over an hour and nobody will wake up, though Ari did have a dream about somebody ringing the doorbell.
Today is a fast day for Gush Katif. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I told