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Homecoming

February 21, 2018February 22, 2018 Posted in Friends, leaving Tel Aviv7 Comments

I wasn’t anxious about crashing, but about landing.

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Last day at the ulpan

November 13, 2017November 13, 2017 Posted in Alberto, Friends, Ludmilla, Nathan, Rufina, Shlomit, Ulpan1 Comment

She danced with Alberto, I don’t know why, the joy and sadness of the occasion, I suppose.

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Raz

October 2, 2017October 3, 2017 Posted in Friends, gay, Olive Korner1 Comment

He sends me an email, ‘Since im back idont find myself here and cant wait to be back there.’ I know what he means.

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My mother; a toe job

August 13, 2017August 13, 2017 Posted in Family7 Comments

My mother’s in hospital to have a toe removed. Is the operation called a toe-ectomy? A toe job?

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My first day at the ulpan

July 31, 2017August 25, 2017 Posted in Alberto, Alvin, Nathan, Shlomit, Ulpan3 Comments

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.

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Ludmilla

June 20, 2017January 29, 2018 Posted in Alberto, Alvin, beach, Ludmilla, Megan, Nathan, Olive Korner, Rufina, Saarit, Shlomit, Ulpan, Uncategorized2 Comments

She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.

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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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