Lemonade sipping night in Jerusalem

I am strolling in Jerusalem. There certain events that I consider theatrical. One of such events is the mythological reenactment or arrival in Israel. Each small detail gets projected on a giant screen. There are two occurrences that my nearsighted pen puts down on this jet lagged, lemonade sipping, Moroccan chicken with barbeque souse, Louis Armstrong night.

OK Make it one event, now. As I passed through the arrivals to the side of me was a family of Olim from Russia. One can easily recognize them by the mountains of the oversized plastic striped bags, a Sochnut standard issue. They looked really Russian, not Jewish that is.