Once in a year the busy streets of Tel Aviv turn silent. Where otherwise cars crowd highways, a vast view on empty lanes gives way to a surreal setting of nothingness. Only the buzzing of electricity poles, the rattling of bicycle chains and the occasional announcements from inactive train stations break the silence of a country that is coming to a halt for 25hours. Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, is the holiest day in the Jewish calendar – and the quietest for people used to the cacophony of city life. For observant Jews it’s a day of cleansing and repentance, involving fasting and prayers. For others, it’s a day of introspection and cycling trips on deserted highways. For us, it’s a day that lets us experience what we are seeking for our everyday lives – silence.