'There Is No Israel For Me'

On things falling apart, and having nowhere to go

Good morning. More French oysters marching down the Champs-Élysées, for your delight. Because the days are just getting worse, I tell you what.

Last night I had drinks with a man from the west (meaning, western Europe/UK) who is in Budapest to buy property. He wants a bolthole for him and his family to escape to when things go belly up in his country. No…