A little sign in the middle of the streets of Tel Aviv

At this point on July 14, 2012, Moshe Silman burned himself
out of blessed memory
As a sign of protest against the social slump in which the poor are in Israel
This signal is a reminder to all citizens of the State of Israel to continue to aspire to a reality in which every person will have a full opportunity to live with dignity
Health, and under the roof

The verse literally means that if one of your brothers is at a low point, you will help him. You have to hold him like a wounded soldier.

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I stood in the rain for five minutes who felt like a moment, looking and could not utter a word or think.
When I saw the sign, I felt the solitude, the helplessness, felt the person who felt transparent.
I could not speak, I could not think.
I did not feel it was raining, I took the picture only after I understood what happened to me at that moment and wanted to share, because there is a strong message here.

Moshe may have given a sign, Moshe is no longer transparent.
How many transparent people do not have a sign on the street?

I remembered that next to this sign was a homeless person sitting next to one of the most prestigious and considered places in Israel, next to one of the malls in Tel Aviv. I remember he asked me to come in and buy him a McDonald dish because he cannot enter to the mall because he looks very neglected.

I went back to the same place to take a bus back home.

It was very strong rain!
And suddenly I see that homeless guy, the homeless talking to someone else and asking him to buy him food, I was very surprised that after three years I see the same guy in the same place apparently asking for the same dish from McDonald's.
But I had a little joy in my heart, it seems that the homeless is really in a difficult situation that he does not want or can help himself.
But there was someone who stopped in the pouring rain to ask what that homeless needed. It was an eighteen-year-old boy(approximately). He bent down and sat on the wet floor talking to the homeless and asking him what he needed and why he was laying in the rain and not at least under a roof.

I remember trying to arrange for the Homeless work three years ago when I met him, but I realized that he was deep in hard drugs (Heroin) and that he must first get out of the vortex before he could start rehabilitation.

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Why was I little happy in my heart?
I saw that our people care about each other.
Maybe the authorities do not always do everything perfectly.
I was happy that three years ago I gave this Homeless something to eat in the middle of the street and now there's an eighteen-year-old boy sitting on the wet sidewalk and wanting to help. I felt I was not alone, that I would not be transparent. Maybe Moshe did change something.

What do you think?