Tuesday, June 5, 2018 11:17 PM

At the heart of the city, workers from our largest bookstore chain scurry about with tables and boxes. It's Book Week. They're setting up a display that takes up much of the square. The north end has children's and young adult books. Board games are just south of them, followed by general reading and non-fiction. (Later, I look up the word that turns out to mean "non-fiction.") As I sound out the authors' names, I recognize many books as translations of ones that I have known. Once again, I find myself missing my bookselling days. It's after dusk, and they haven't finished setting up yet. I wonder if the display will be open all night. I wonder how they will keep it from being looted or damaged when it is closed. I wonder if that just doesn't happen here. I wonder if I should ask them, but that might seem suspicious and could involve conversations with more Hebrew than I can handle when I'm this tired. I'll be back through here several times in the next few days and nights. I'll see how it goes.