"A second is the space between two points,” says Avshalom Pollak. He demonstrates this idea by hitting his hand against the table twice. The impact causes a stack of dishes, remnants of a recently eaten breakfast, to teeter slightly. “Time is such a huge concept. I recently was explaining what a second is to our younger son. There are so many ways to explain time; a simple one is that time doesn’t exist without something that contains it.”
Pollak is tucked away in a corner of The Bookworm in Rabin Square. It is early Friday afternoon, and the actor turned artistic director had made his way to the café following a morning rehearsal in southern Tel Aviv.