The midrehov is the jumping pedestrian mall in the Jewish—the secular-Jewish—part of Jerusalem. One Friday morning at the end of October 1993, the eighty-two-year-old Teddy Kollek, during whose terms of office as Jerusalem’s mayor the midrehov and much else was built, sat outside the Cafe Atara gnawing his strudel and fielding more complaints than expressions of homage.
“Teddy, the city’s filthy,” the old gent heard one of the citizens and possible voters in the crowd jostling around his table yell. “Teddy, the hoodlums make noise all night in my neighborhood and don’t let me sleep,” a woman reported. “Teddy Kollek!” an American tourist cried. “My wife has to have your autograph!”
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