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.
Nathan pretends to look serious and says, ‘We can talk about politics, if you want,’ and laughs, then repeats himself. We stop talking about Eurovision.
She would like to open a bicycle cooperative in Tel Aviv, which is about the most lesbian thing anyone could do, possibly.
Alberto’s espresso arrives. He pulls a face.
Dan shook my hand and smiled and said, ‘Welcome home,’ and I felt emotional again.