I am distracted, and slightly repelled, by her moustache, can hardly take my eyes off it, actually…
A man, Sharon, comes over. He’s wearing a kippa, which I find quite sexy.
It was like the movers hadn’t packed me, they’d archived me.
Tasks always take a stage or two more than you expect in Israel.
Everyone’s eyes were on it, their heads moving with it like at a tennis match.
Rainbow flags everywhere; hanging from balconies, flying from lampposts, in café windows. If this isn’t the gayest city in the world it is, at least, trying to be.
They seemed especially nervous of ‘conceptual’ art. I can’t imagine what dark things they imagine.