Only in Israel you can get a crush corse in Ethiopian music and mechanics all in one night.
My friend Elad is a drummer, he is also a father or two beautiful kids. Today he drove from Petah Tikva to play music for us in Jerusalem. On his way there his car broke down. But, hey no problem, he got some deodorant in his back pocket and volia`, he sprayed it on the carburetor, and fixed the car. I have never heard of this before and neither did his band that was there watching in “owe.”
I felt very much like I was shooting the back stage for a rock band taking a cigarette break between sets. Too bad, the music had ended and the stage was a dingy gas station in Beith Shemesh.