“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.
She lies on a rug with Alberto, they are playful with each other, then nap, their bodies touching, like incestuous twins.
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.
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.