sleeping in the airport and a final falafel

It’s 4:30am here in Israel and the airport is packed. If it weren’t for the dark outside you wouldn’t know it was so early. The shops are still open( who even buys underwear and perfume at 4 in the morning though) and the people next to me are tucking into cheese baguettes and Iranian saladsContinueContinue reading “sleeping in the airport and a final falafel”

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