In loving memory of Shlomo Tsafrir- an artist, a friend, a wonderful man, who embodies the spirit of Old Jaffa. Shlomo has left and it's strange to think about it. The door of his apartment is closed, but it looks like he left for just a moment, maybe he's gone to the square,to chat with friends over a cup of hot coffee. Actually, he is always here with us, because we see him in everyday things, we love him and we don't speak about him in the Past. I want to tell you his stories...