Portable Storage Device
Yesterday, I went to a local internet cafe to fax a copy of my Israeli passport’s first three pages to my parents. In the midst of transferring the title of my stepmother’s Opel station wagon to me, they needed proof of Israeli identification.
Handing over the paperwork to the cafe’s Somali owner, I noticed this wall display behind him. “Who do you think is the election’s winner?” the guy asked, as he took note of the Hebrew-language documentation I had given him.