“Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful,” Samuel Beckett wrote. The same sentiment applied on Wednesday, when Knesset reporters waited in vain for protesting African migrants to be allowed into the building.

“Don’t leave, you’ll miss all the excitement,” a writer from Ma’ariv advised me.

It was five minutes after a group of eight migrants from Sudan and Eritrea along with the four MKs who invited them were supposed to arrive in the Knesset’s dingiest, oldest conference room. And the only people there were five reporters, about a dozen cameramen and one parliamentary aide who had no idea what was going to happen.

People are just running late, I thought optimistically and stayed put. Continue Reading