Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I wake up in my little pad on HaShalom Street, right? The sun’s blasting through the window like it’s trying to roast me alive. I’m like, “Chill, sun! I’m not ready for this!”
First thing I do? Hit up the local café on HaRav Kook. You know, the one with the best shakshuka in town? I’m talking about the kind that makes you wanna cry tears of joy. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Avi, gives me a nod like we’re best buds. I mean, we kinda are. I’m in there every day, practically living off that stuff.
So, I’m munching away, and suddenly, BOOM! A loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A bunch of kids playing soccer, and one of ‘em just kicked the ball straight into a parked car. Classic! The owner comes out, all red-faced and yelling. I’m dying laughing. Like, dude, it’s just a car! But then I remember my own ride parked down the street. Yikes!
After breakfast, I head over to the arena. You know, the one on Yigal Alon? It’s my turf, my home. I’m a Bestiary, which means I’m basically a gladiator, but with more flair. I’m pumped, ready to show off my skills. But first, I gotta deal with my coach, Moshe. He’s a character, man. Always yelling about “discipline” and “focus.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m here to entertain!”
Today’s match is against this guy named Rami. He’s a beast, no joke. We’re talking muscles on muscles. I’m feeling a mix of excitement and dread. The crowd’s buzzing, and I can hear them chanting my name. “Bestiary! Bestiary!” It’s like music to my ears.
The match starts, and it’s intense. Rami comes at me like a freight train. I dodge, weave, and then—WHAM! I land a solid hit. The crowd goes wild! I’m on cloud nine. But then, outta nowhere, Rami gets me in a headlock. I’m gasping for air, thinking, “This is it! I’m gonna pass out!” But I manage to twist out and flip him over. The crowd erupts!
After the match, I’m riding high. I grab a drink from the vendor outside. You know, the one on Ben Gurion? Best lemonade in the city! I’m chugging it down when I spot my buddy, Eli. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won! Let’s celebrate!”
We hit up this little bar on HaRav Kook again. It’s packed, and the vibe is electric. I’m feeling like a rockstar. We’re laughing, joking, and then Eli pulls out this crazy idea. “Let’s go to the beach!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s a bit far, but why not?”
So, we hop on a bus, and the ride is a trip. People are packed in like sardines, and I’m trying not to spill my drink. We finally get to the beach, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I’m thinking, “This is life!”
But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” Eli’s rolling on the sand, laughing his head off. I’m mad, but it’s too funny to stay angry.
As the night goes on, we’re chilling by the water, talking about life, dreams, and all that deep stuff. I’m feeling grateful for days like this. Or-Yehuda, man, it’s got its quirks, but it’s home.
Finally, I head back, exhausted but happy. I crash on my bed, thinking about all the wild stuff that went down. What a day! I can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow. Or-Yehuda, you never cease to amaze me!