It was cool Saturday morning.  My friends and I decided to have a weekend jaunt outside the city.  Our destination:  New Israel.  Roy, have been talking big about his new discovery.  A place where monkeys outnumber the dogs. To make the travel more enjoyable, a friendly race was set.  Two cars tried to outrun each other.  After two hours and few minutes, we arrived first to our target. 

As a custom, we were welcomed by the leader of the community.  A good-natured woman in her 60s. I asked her about the monkeys.  Actually I wanted confirmation.  I have heard about it from different sources and I’d like to see them, myself.  Quickly, she shouted “Mike!”  In no time, monkeys came out one after the other.   I haven’t seen such a number of monkeys in my entire life.  And their leader, the biggest of them is Mike.  Yes. We have the same name. 

The monkeys were tamed.  They waited for something.  It seemed as if they already knew why we were there.  Upon seeing our presence for them their eyes sparkled and moved to get it from our hands.  Some managed to seize food from our vehicles and from the little store nearby.  It is not true that monkeys are less intelligent. We took some shots and bid farewell to the community.