Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Kafr-Qasim is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on HaShalom Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, it’s Kafr-Qasim, what do I expect?
First thing, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Yitzhak Rabin Street. You know the one? The barista, Rami, he’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ramblin’ about his cousin who thinks he can beat the world record for eating falafel. I’m like, “Dude, focus on your coffee skills first!”
So, I head out, patrolin’ the streets. Kafr-Qasim is a mix of old and new, ya know? You got the ancient vibes, then bam! A new building pops up. I’m walkin’ down HaGalil Street, and I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to sell lemonade. I’m like, “Kid, it’s 40 degrees! You’re gonna melt!” But he’s all smiles, shoutin’, “Best lemonade in town!” I buy a cup, and it’s actually pretty good. Who knew?
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I sprint over to the corner of HaNesher and HaTzofim. A car just smashed into a lamppost! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, it’s just some dude who thought he could parallel park like a pro. Spoiler alert: he can’t. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but man, I’m fuming. “Dude, you’re in Kafr-Qasim, not a stunt show!”
After that chaos, I decide to chill at the park near the old mosque. It’s peaceful there, ya know? Kids playin’, families picnicking. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. Then, I spot this old man, Yossi, feedin’ pigeons. He’s got this whole routine. I swear, those birds know him by name. I chuckle, thinkin’, “Man, if only I had that kinda dedication.”
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Amir. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the market on HaYarden Street. Crazy stuff goin’ down!” I’m like, “What now?” So, I hustle over. The market’s packed, as usual. Vendors shoutin’, people haggling. It’s a whole vibe.
I get there, and Amir’s standin’ by a fruit stall, lookin’ all serious. “Dude, you won’t believe this!” He points to this guy, dressed in a chicken suit, dancing like he’s in a music video. I’m dyin’ laughing. “What’s the deal?” Turns out, it’s some promotion for a new restaurant. Only in Kafr-Qasim, right?
But then, I see this group of teens, and they’re up to no good. I can feel my blood boilin’. They’re spray-painting some wall. I march over, all tough guy. “Hey! What do you think you’re doin’?” They freeze, lookin’ like deer in headlights. One of ‘em, a kid named Samir, goes, “We’re just expressin’ ourselves!” I’m like, “Express yourself somewhere else, man!”
After that, I’m just drained. I head back to my post, thinkin’ about how wild today was. Kafr-Qasim is a mix of chaos and beauty. I love it, but man, it can drive you nuts.
As the sun sets, I sit on my usual spot, watchin’ the sky turn orange. I think about the lemonade kid, the dancing chicken, and even the graffiti teens. This city, man, it’s alive. And I’m just tryin’ to keep up.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy, emotional ride in Kafr-Qasim. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!