Three women in their early-20s sat at the table behind us in the simple, street cafe in Tel Aviv. They spoke in a mixture of English and Hebrew, though one conversed with a girl who passed by their table in Russian. All 3 wore military green and hardened look of people you wouldn’t cross. Apart from their attire, they were very different from each other in looks. One was a blonde with shoulder length hair tied back tight. One had bright red, curly hair tied up in a bunch on top of her head. And one had jet black hair, also tied back tightly, and was darker than the other 2.
Two sides to every story
Two sides to every story
Two sides to every story
Three women in their early-20s sat at the table behind us in the simple, street cafe in Tel Aviv. They spoke in a mixture of English and Hebrew, though one conversed with a girl who passed by their table in Russian. All 3 wore military green and hardened look of people you wouldn’t cross. Apart from their attire, they were very different from each other in looks. One was a blonde with shoulder length hair tied back tight. One had bright red, curly hair tied up in a bunch on top of her head. And one had jet black hair, also tied back tightly, and was darker than the other 2.