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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
Loop de loop
Everyone’s eyes were on it, their heads moving with it like at a tennis match.
We may be the definition of rootless cosmopolitans, citizens of the world.
She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.
A moist lesbian
She would like to open a bicycle cooperative in Tel Aviv, which is about the most lesbian thing anyone could do, possibly.