

Tel Aviv-Yafo, Israel
Lena had sent Bri off to the airport, safely in a taxi. I had breakfast with the Britts. A few days before, they found a wounded pigeon on their patio, one wing hanging lower than the other, afraid of the youthful cat that was once owned by one of their neighbors. They've known the cat since he was a tiny kitten and have trained him to be friendly to people, unlike the thousands of strays that people feed and care for from a distance all over Tel Aviv. That morni...