Leaving the house used to be a simple matter: we would set a date for the meeting, take into account time to get ready, emergency ironing, a girl who is not ready to say goodbye on the way out the door, a garbage truck that might block the road next to a changing urban hazard, an estimated travel time based on previous trips and app updates, and more or less Arrive on time at the desired destination. Not a mathematical formula, but it was possible to proceed according to simple estimates. Today we are in a different era.
The world of traffic jams has taken over us, led brilliantly by the epidemic of traffic jams. It’s already hard for me to count how many meetings and events I’ve missed because the road has become a monster of time, a black hole that swallows everything and has no beginning, middle and end, and its whole purpose is to drink up the free hours and take us out of our peace. When In the last year, did you know when you would leave and when you would arrive, if at all?
In the current climate, starting a car is equivalent to betting on roulette. Adjusting things on the ice. They will tell you: “Move to the bus and train”, but there is no balm in public transport either. The buses arrive full or don’t arrive at all, or they arrive and don’t stop at the station, or there’s a scary fight and sexual harassment. This is the rather horrifying reality. And those who are willing to risk breaking a hip while riding a scooter are only 20 and under. In short, there are no options.
This week I flew to Eilat for a lecture. To get to the south at ten o’clock I left at six o’clock in the morning. Six in the morning! madness Every part of the journey is a glitch waiting to explode. The road is congested for no reason, it seems already natural, curious people who want to watch a minor accident slow me down; A scooter-type vehicle that has decided it is going on a fast road reduces the speed to almost zero; sinkhole that a patient diverts from the path; Another minister’s surviving vehicle is delaying the flow – and the demonstrations of course. All the hazards of the world have united. All with one goal – that I don’t arrive on time.
I’m not talking about the rest of the bumps: congestion at the airport, the bus ride to the plane, which is longer than the flight itself, and the taxi from Ramon airport to the city. Via Dolorosa. So maybe it’s time to acknowledge reality and reduce damage: stop meeting for personal meetings. In Corona, we switched to the zoom revolution because of the fear It seems to me that it is desirable that we return to that model, because no authority is able to handle the simplest thing – safe and fast travel in a country that is considered a global high-tech power.
After the last few weeks he was abandoned, they told me: “Go for the dollar.” What are you waiting for?”. I examined the temptation in question and saw with my own eyes that the dollar did reach old districts that had not been visited for many years. As a devout believer in the Shekel I waited. Despite my patriotism and fear for my money invested in our currency, the dollar continued to soar. Rothman raises his voice – the dollar is rising. Demonstrations intensify – the dollar climbs. Levin is angry – the dollar is in the sky.
I went to my banker, learned that there are excellent interest rates in the dollar. Better than those offered in shekels. With a heavy heart I bought dollars. And then a miracle: the day I bought foreign currency – the dollar dropped. Suddenly the shekel made powerful noises again. The result: without doing anything I lost money. It turns out that I bought at a record price and it will be a long time, maybe never, before the currency climbs to this peak again.
Historically I have been known to lose money in the financial market. I have a knack for catching a stock at its peak, investing in it and then watching it fall. To enter the market when it is up and as soon as I gave an order to buy, everything plunges down.
Who knew there would be a war in Ukraine? Who knew we would enter into an upheaval in the country? Will there be a recession? “Obviously”, answered me all the experts who at the time advised to do the opposite. “The fall was only a matter of time.” And you, couldn’t you tell me? “Wait, test, don’t run.” Every time I tell myself that this is the last round in which I invest. From now on: Haim, let your savings rest in the bank. do not touch. If there are protrusions, also put there – that’s great. Money likes quiet and so do I.