Gundi

In a side street in the red light district of Tel Aviv is an easy-to-miss door sign, simply saying ‘Eden’. Though the name may suggest it, it is not a massage parlour or a peep show like the shops next to it; it is a place dedicated to other carnal pleasures. You would walk through a foul-smelling, underlit corridor into a very square room with aluminium chairs, laminate tabletops, ceiling fans, sweaty people, neon, no windows – as far from Eden as you could possibly be. The room is filled