I notice a couple on a third floor balcony of the Royal Beach having sex. We watch the distant, bobbing figures for a while.
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
A man, Sharon, comes over. He's wearing a kippa, which I find quite sexy. He doesn't want me to wait for him outside. I later learn this is because he's nervous of what people would think, an older man meeting a younger man. He doesn't look it, but he is only sixteen years younger than… Continue reading Still dry
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.
I reached the shop, down a short alley, and knocked on the door. I knocked again.