Chapter 28

The incident happened when a waiter came through, carrying a tray of beer glasses. There was no obstruction, and he wasn’t jostled in any way; there was plenty of room to pass. And yet, somehow, the tray of glasses went flying.

I remember being stunned by the incident. There was discussion about it among our group, while several waiters came to clean up the glass, and some of the observations made were about this hostility between two members of our group. I remember Zvika saying the most extraordinary thing

“You need to patch things up. We don’t want any more trays of glasses going flying.”

I stared at him, and the others. They seemed chagrined, and nodded, but my own mind simply whirled. Could it be they all knew about this sort of thing, that simple tension between individuals could affect innocent passers-by so intensely?

I asked Zvika later about it, and he seemed almost puzzled by my inquiry. He shrugged. “It happens.”