A Land of Anachronisms

Earlier today on Emek Refaim (the main thoroughfare of the German Colony), I was abruptly cut off mid-stroll by an Ultra-Orthodoz man passing by on a Segway. His payot and talllitot flying in the wind, no one stopped to look at the man go by. Except me, of course, not used to seeing such a mix of modernity and ancient Breslover ways. Upon entering the Kotel Plaze and plopping open my laptop, I realized I had no pen and paper to write a note with. I’m sure I’ll find a receipt or something to write on.

Israel is the perfect anachronism. My cab driver on the way to the Kotel blasated 50 Cent out the window. Next to the falafel stands are Internet cafes (I'm not sure falafel qualifies as ancient). Standing outside the shuk are boys wearing Nikes and Guess jeans. It seems a happy medium, although, what happens when it isn't happy?