“I remember I was sitting alone in the night of the garage where I worked and lived, when an obscure sadness swept over me. I shall refer to this fit of sorrow by the name of the city, and give that sadness that has dogged me all my life its own special name- “the sadness of Haifa”.
The sadness of Haifa has no cause. It doesn’t come from anger at anything or because of the loss of something and it in no way resembles depression.