I wasn’t anxious about crashing, but about landing.
She danced with Alberto, I don’t know why, the joy and sadness of the occasion, I suppose.
He sends me an email, ‘Since im back idont find myself here and cant wait to be back there.’ I know what he means.
My mother’s in hospital to have a toe removed. Is the operation called a toe-ectomy? A toe job?
It is my first day at the ulpan, and the first time I spend with people in a common cause since I arrived in November, three months earlier, unless you count queuing at the Ministry of the Interior, that is.
She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.