Tel Aviv, Ganderwidth, Israel. Yonatan Frimer Reporting.
Everything was not where it was supposed to be. It was not Tel Aviv, t'was the hills of Jerusalem, and this was no bar, this was an apartment. This food, a knight in white aromour delivered it from his castle. All the guages were all off; Where we loosing or gaining alitutude. The air was thinner, I could tell by the absence of the waspiness in my voice. What was I doing here? How did I get cajoled into this box? Am I not supposed to be in a flacid pose leeking in some bar, collecting data for you internet readers to claim as read content? Thats one question this reporter can't answer. But does that really change anything?