Two years ago, a fire broke out in Tel Aviv’s Shalom Meir Tower ‏(Migdal Shalom‏), a building that was erected in the early 1960s. The fire in the tower inspired a fire in my heart: I was deeply concerned for the building’s welfare, as if it were an antique painting in danger of being destroyed. I remember when I was five years old looking at the huge concrete skeleton of Migdal Shalom; the elevator...