I am walking down town Jerusalem as I do every morning, heading toward my favorite coffee shop.
Suddenly, I hear a voice from a radio in a strange language.
I am looking at the street signs, they seem very strange, what is this strange language I can’t read?
What the hell has happened to these signs, I wonder?
I am entering to the coffee shop, Einat is standing there, but I can’t read the tag on her shirt.
Good morning, I say in Hebrew.
I see in her eyes she recognized me, I am a regular customer.
She is surprised, she says something in a strange language.
What the hell has happened? I must have this coffee, I think.
Do you speak English, I ask?
Yes, she says, surprised.
Large cappuccino, I say, giving her my credit card.
Wake up sleepy, I hear a voice.
I wake up, thank god it’s just a dream, it was so real.