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Eli pushes the empty shopping cart energetically along ritzy Rothschild Boulevard in Tel Aviv. He stops next to a wooden garbage bin, pokes through it skillfully and fishes out three plastic bottles, which he puts into the cart. The broad tree-lined boulevard is alive with the pleasant everyday bustle of mid-afternoon ? mothers with strollers, cyclists, packed cafes. Eli’s gaze is focused. His...
