...I went to the mall looking for a...

Today I did something people in the US don't do.  I went to pick up a gas mask.  It is so Israeli that even though everyone, in theory, should have a gas mask, finding information about obtaining one, and then finding the place from which to obtain it, are the most complicated things.  There is out of date information, irrelevant information, pick-up times only at certain hours, restricted pick-up dates (only one month in Jerusalem), and limited pick-up locations.  Once I tracked down the one location in Jerusalem, in the mall, I had to get there and find the distribution point.  It is poorly marked, and nobody knows about it.  I heard from a friend (thanks Rachel!!) that it was down some creepy stairs, and after asking a few security guards, going down some abandoned corridors, and working my leg muscles on quite a few stair cases, I finally found the distribution site, a large storage room in a big basement.  Below is a picture of what I received.  Hopefully, though, I will never need to use it.