She lies on a rug with Alberto, they are playful with each other, then nap, their bodies touching, like incestuous twins.
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Category: Ulpan
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.
Joonatan and the Art of War
He carries, at all times, a beautiful modern edition of The Art of War, which he reads during the break.
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.
Alvin
The man said, ‘I hate Jews.’ Alvin said ‘Ok’, and continued showing the property…
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.
