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 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…
Jenni, I don't know how old she is, in her sixties, maybe, with a stately figure, likes bright colours. She's wearing a persimmon-coloured top, her nails, done this afternoon, are neon green. I tell her how much I like them. She drums them on the table and says, They’re fun, aren't they. They are. It's… Continue reading Woman with moustache
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
I moved into my flat today. I’m living in my apartment in Tel Aviv with my things around me. Most of it remains packed, as if by Christo. It is chaos. My new home is half the size of where I lived in London, where I had twice as much stuff as that flat could… Continue reading The museum of me
Le’al tells me that she’s returning to Toronto in a month to finish her law studies. Her husband will follow her in a year, when he’s given a visa. She says she finds it difficult to make friends, which surprises me. She is a gorgeous girl, friendly, sweet, clever. We talk about keeping in touch and… Continue reading Se-juice me!