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The things I’ll miss…

February 12, 2018January 25, 2022 Posted in beach, Friends, leaving Tel Aviv, Nahat, Olive Korner2 Comments

I’d ask myself, How did I get here? How did this happen? then remember, and forget again, and carry on like everything was normal, which of course it was.

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Today’s business

January 12, 2018 Posted in beach, leaving Tel Aviv, Moving2 Comments

“You’re in the land of Zion,” now, he shouted, “you’re in the land of the Jews!” He was obviously a lunatic, but I didn’t want to back down.

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No picnic

October 16, 2017November 14, 2017 Posted in Alberto, Food, Friends, gay, leaving Tel Aviv, mansoon, Nathan, Rufina, Sex, Ulpan5 Comments

She lies on a rug with Alberto, they are playful with each other, then nap, their bodies touching, like incestuous twins.

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Jerusalem

June 29, 2017August 7, 2017 Posted in Friends, Jerusalem, Shimon, UncategorizedLeave a comment

The last time I came to the Old City I turned a corner and an Arabic man standing, on guard, maybe, I don’t know, wagged his finger and said, menacingly, ‘Don’t.’ So I didn’t.

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Fat fatty fat fat

June 23, 2017February 4, 2022 Posted in Food, Olive Korner, Uncategorized2 Comments

Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.

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A year in Tel Aviv

I arrived in Israel from London in November, slightly dazed. The process of getting here had been smooth, maybe too easy. What would I do here? What would I find? Who would I meet? Would I stay?

This blog is my attempt to answer those questions. The posts aren’t in any sort of chronological order.

White Meat, by the way, is what
Israelis call pork.

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