I think someone just (well, 30 minutes ago) pulled a wire at foot-height, causing me to trip and fall on Jaffa street (which is on constructions). I'm just not sure if that was on purpose or not.
I'm a bit scratched and there was minor bleeding, and it hurts a little bit, and my mouth got filled with dirt (I stopped the falling also with my chin, along with arms, elbows and knees). But since I'm not that clumsy, and since two grown men crossed the same spot seconds before me, and since the wire seemed to be pulled only when I crossed there (and I looked carefully where I'm stepping just before crossing) - and they closed the spot immediately after I managed to pick myself up from there, and since all the people who happened to be religous men that were in my immediate vicinity didn't bother to move a mussle to see if I'm alright - I don't even know what to think. A builder did offer my water, though. This is a pretty nuetral place, even though mostly religous people live there, because it's close to the market. So I'm not sure if this was about my (not-that-big) cleavage.
And I wondered what will make me to kill everyone today. Huh.