Mika has the merry-go-round for herself now,
and I enjoy her in the composition
of others kids and parents,
forever associating that prophecy
about very old people
sitting in the streets of Jerusalem,
and boys and girls playing around...

Mika, angrily:

"Savta,
I told you that I would drive around the playground,
and I asked you not to follow me,
even if I would fall!"

"Alright!
Then do it again!"

The sun has disappeared,
and Mika yearns to see her friend Ronni.
I fear, that an unannounced visit is not welcome,
but I help her finding the house.
Since I don't know Ronni's and her mother Talli's name,
I have to call Efrat, and she, of course, is against the idea.
She also says - which later turned out to be true -
that nobody is at home.

Mika, as usual since she can understand and talk,
accepts the situation and thinks of another adventure.
At first she throws heavy stones against the door.
She is good in lifting heavy stones, just like her grandma.
I point out, that the stones might do damage,
so she passes on to picking a plant and playing with it.

She severs a big leaf from the plant
and then looks for a fitting stick

My problem is solved quickly,
not so Efrat's problem.
While Immanuel sits in the living-room
with her laptop,
Mika remembers,
that (with my help)
she had prepared
a little vase
with these "monk-heads",
as the Nasturtium is called in Hebrew,
- as a welcome-gift.

Then he is meant to drive
Mika to the kindergarden
and me to the junction,
from which I hitchhike.
Some talk between us
distracts him from taking the turn
to the kindergarden,
so Mika too accompanies me
to that junction.
I discern her pretty shirt
and want to photograph it.
"Only when you arrive
where you have to arrive!"
she demands,
but, when - just before getting out -
I take her picture,
she is tense....