Tel Aviv and Jerusalem are two exceptional cities, for what they represent, for the history, and for the geopolitical role they play; but what they enjoy is an abstract exceptionality. The security bubble shaped around them has allowed the development of a tranquility that is extraneous to the Middle East: everyday life is punctuated by the shouting of people in the markets, by the steps of wayfarers through the empty streets of the early afternoon, by the swell of the Mediterranean sea and by the increasingly intrusive religious tourism.

This tension between the outside hell and the extraordinarily ordinary life within the rich cities of Israel, is the source of a surprising poem of banality. a poem that we can appreciate only with a discreet gaze, and pretending, like the locals do, to forget what is looming ominously just beyond the horizon.