Alberto did something to displease a Russian customer, who, as a sort of warning, mimed slitting his throat.
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Yaron
His most recent relationship had been with a pre-op f-m sex change, but Yaron grew bored and ended it.
Nerves
He’s in Israel ‘in case’, and I know that the case he’s most nervous of is Muslims taking over Germany. Israelis, as far as I can see, think that’s something that’s already happened.
Little Miss Sunshine
She killed more bees, just so she could fill the tiny bee graves she’d dug.
Independence Day
If you’re thinking of seeing the Ministry for yourself, it is probably wise to take sandwiches, a thermos and maybe a sleeping bag.
Last day at the ulpan
She danced with Alberto, I don’t know why, the joy and sadness of the occasion, I suppose.
Sherlock Holmes and the missing condoms
Unusually for Israel, this Land of Blutos, he had no beard, no stubble, no hairy chest. He said, “Let’s go in,” so in we went.
Gone in six seconds
Nathan imagines they’d be caught and, besides, the man may be a serial killer, so suggests the cruising park behind the Hilton instead. Much safer.
No picnic
She lies on a rug with Alberto, they are playful with each other, then nap, their bodies touching, like incestuous twins.
The day after the attack on Westminster
This is a nation of shruggers, it is the answer given to many questions…
Playboy of the Western Wall
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.
Ulpanation
She looked disgusted, as if I’d admitted to a taste for rat, or beetroot, or something.
Why are we here?
I ask if there’s anything that connects us, the new immigrants. ‘We didn’t fit in at home?’ says Megan, in that way that makes statements sound like questions.
Nathan loves Alberto loves Rufina
I go to the bank to check money has been transferred and to convert it into shekels. My rent won’t be paid without it. This simple job took nearly three anxious weeks last month, but has gone more smoothly this time. I’m thrilled to learn the pound has strengthened by a minuscule amount since I… Continue reading Nathan loves Alberto loves Rufina
Art attack
They seemed especially nervous of ‘conceptual’ art. I can’t imagine what dark things they imagine.
Manta Ray
We may be the definition of rootless cosmopolitans, citizens of the world.
Men and dogs
Rufina’s face changes colour like a cuttlefish, pink to red to white. A tear runs down her cheek.
Sex! (A drought)
I reached the shop, down a short alley, and knocked on the door. I knocked again.
Ludmilla
She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.
Friday night dinner
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.
White Meat 