Laundry In Israel Part 2: Israeli Redemption

More often than not, there’s at least one person midway through their wash when I arrive at the laundromat. Maybe a young man studying for an exam or an elderly tourist doing a load before his flight home to Berlin. Sometimes there’s the occasional mental patient who can never seem to understand that I can’t speak Hebrew well enough to respond to his gibberish. (Not that a native speaker could respond either.) I’ll inevitably feel bad having to turn my back to him from frustration but it’s usua