What I missed, every day, yearned for, actually, was a British-style pork sausage. I dreamt of them. At least I think it was sausages I saw in my dreams.
The service was conducted, of course, by a large angel with glitter in her hair.
At the launderette, an elderly man took off his trousers, put them into the dryer without washing them. He sat on a chair and offered me a cigarette.
She lies on a rug with Alberto, they are playful with each other, then nap, their bodies touching, like incestuous twins.
We’re drunk and happy, and howl into the night, like wolves in the forest.
He says I should come back to the table and talk to him more, and blows me a kiss. I wink at him, like a playboy.
He laughs. “I wish! I wish you’d fuck me.” He howls this into the night. He doesn’t care who hears. “Fuck you all!”
A man at another table pointed at me, his hand trembling, and said, “Itzak Stern sat there.”
She uses French butter to make croissants, and pulls a face at the idea of Israeli butter. Less fat, she tells me.
We may be the definition of rootless cosmopolitans, citizens of the world.
He shows me the top of his tattoo, which is of a large feather. It’s well drawn, actually. It starts at the small of his back and, I don’t really want to imagine, sweeps downwards.
Rufina’s face changes colour like a cuttlefish, pink to red to white. A tear runs down her cheek.
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.
An elderly Dutch woman stops to talk to me. She has lived here and in London, but prefers Rotterdam now. She hates Tel Aviv. She wouldn’t have moved here if she’d been me. It’s too hot, for one, and there are too many bikes.
Nathan pretends to look serious and says, ‘We can talk about politics, if you want,’ and laughs, then repeats himself. We stop talking about Eurovision.
She would like to open a bicycle cooperative in Tel Aviv, which is about the most lesbian thing anyone could do, possibly.
Dan shook my hand and smiled and said, ‘Welcome home,’ and I felt emotional again.