Five minutes from the sated center of Tel Aviv, lays a huge, bold, brutal labyrinth. The city’s central station has become a compound without rules. No man’s land. It’s hard to tell who is against whom, who controls whom: The Ghanians against the Eritreans against Sudanese against the locals against anyone black or non Jewish. A mosaic of people trying to survive while trapped in their roles in a dog eat dog world. Through the people, a portrait emerges, the face of this place that is that of the country. A mixture of languages, religions, locals and foreign refugees. A gunpowder barrel that has exploded spreading fear, racism, aggression and violence.