ABSTRACT
I zip my snare in my backpack and pack some extra sticks, and I’m out the door. Riding my bicycle with the drum strapped to my back, I start to hear the commotion as I get near. I set out to find the band, which is surprisingly easy even in huge crowds. Between banners and chants in Hebrew and Arabic, I find our beat. A few more steps, and I become a part of it.
