Shlomit says that she can’t help it, but she is a little bit racist. It had to be today, of course, everyone is thinking about it, that’s what it’s for.
Category: Shlomit
Slow learners
Vera said, for everyone to hear, ‘Jews want money, of course,’ and laughed.
Little Miss Sunshine
She killed more bees, just so she could fill the tiny bee graves she’d dug.
Last day at the ulpan
She danced with Alberto, I don’t know why, the joy and sadness of the occasion, I suppose.
The day after the attack on Westminster
This is a nation of shruggers, it is the answer given to many questions…
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.
My first day at the ulpan
It is my first day at the ulpan, and the first time I spend with people in a common cause since I arrived in November, three months earlier, unless you count queuing at the Ministry of the Interior, that is.
Manta Ray
We may be the definition of rootless cosmopolitans, citizens of the world.
Ludmilla
She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.
White Meat 