ITAI (with a sensational tone)
No one knows where he came from; who he really is. But we, in our intricate investigation, managed to identify the man, and now we will present a series of articles in which we will reveal his identity (his voice rises with excitement as if it were real). We followed the prophet and discovered where he spends his last nights.
Itai steps back and enters the thicket of shrubs, instructing the camera to follow him. As the photographer's projector goes in with the camera, the thicket is illuminated from within. Inside the thicket, you can see a rock that can serve as a support and a flattened cardboard of a television set with creases as if for sitting or lying down.
ITAI
This is where the prophet spends his last nights. From here, he peeks at the nearby café. We'll turn off the light now so as not to disturb what we'll soon see.
Itai's hand adjusts a few branches, and the view widens to show a coffee shop with tables and guests just a few meters away. People are sitting and talking, drinking coffee, and eating ice cream. Itai behaves as if he is narrating a nature documentary about extinct animals.
ITAI
Here is where the prophet sits every evening. It's his favorite spot. Apparently, there's something calming about the noise, a noise that reminds him of companionship, warmth, and optimistic people. Here, he falls asleep every evening with the background noise of people chatting, the sound of coffee cups clinking, and spoons tapping on ice cream and banana split saucers.