On the day Oded Carmeli stood up to Goliath
Kids don't try this at home; I made a date with my bill collector.
I met Ben the bill collector in aggravated circumstances. At the time, in 2007, I was living in a hospital bed in the Florentin neighborhood, subsisting on sandwiches that I bought on credit from the Little Prince coffee shop − and when I say “credit” I am talking about something comparable to the U.S. national debt.
It’s true that, from my hospital bed, a primordial view of two...