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Frequenters of Cafe Arlosoroff probably think I'm currently in the throes of a serious crisis, maybe even a tragedy. I look around and ask myself what they are thinking: Do they think I'm in the grip of heartbreak, or that I've been diagnosed with a disease that will kill me? If any of them observe me for more than an hour, they probably think I'm in the midst of a nervous breakdown. The homeless people who pass...