I don’t know why this made me tear up but it did.This man was from Israel and had a very thick accent, so he was a little difficult to understand. He was standing alone when I found him, but he kept telling me he wanted to take a picture with “his bike.”
I couldn’t see a bike anywhere, so I kept asking him to repeat himself. “My bike,” he said, “my bike.”
Just when I was about to give up, his bike walked up.