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…
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. There are around thirty students, and room for twenty to be comfortable. I am almost… Continue reading My first day at the ulpan
The first day back after Pesach and I bunked off from the ulpan. I was awake before the alarm rang, but, well, I just didn’t want to go. I slept for another hour, before showering, dressing and going to Lechem Vehaverim. Yesterday’s bread binge wasn’t enough. My first croissant for over a week tasted very… Continue reading Loop de loop
Nathan is cautious with money. In no way is this meant as criticism, I wish I was more like him. He doesn’t like to spend it on food and drink outside the home, it’s how he was brought up. He told me last week that he buys still water because it’s cheaper than fizzy. You may… Continue reading Manta Ray
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. Then, to excuse herself, I suppose, to let herself off the hook she has put herself on, that everyone is a little bit racist.
She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.