In a simple looking industrial building, somewhere in the heart of Tel Aviv, magic happens almost everyday. A few machines, mostly manually operated, and a small group of outstanding individuals are busy creating iota yarns.
Cones are steering, cylinders rolling. Old machines stand beside new computers. A permanent hum stands in the air, pointing out the unceasing work that is being done.
Polyester threads are pared with cottons, acrylic fibers with them both. Green meets pink, purple, should we add yellow?