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Another Friday night

February 6, 2018February 6, 2018 Posted in Alberto, beach, Friday night, Friends, mansoon, Nathan, Olive Korner, Rufina3 Comments

Alberto did something to displease a Russian customer, who, as a sort of warning, mimed slitting his throat.

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Mental hygiene

October 26, 2017October 26, 2017 Posted in Family, Friday night, Friends, Nathan15 Comments

Maybe everyone thinks it’s his costume for Purim, a Bacon painting of a Screaming Pope.

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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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Yiddish karaoke

June 21, 2017September 3, 2017 Posted in Food, Friday night, Uncategorized1 Comment

An elderly Dutch woman stops to talk to me. She has lived here and in London, but prefers Rotterdam now. She hates Tel Aviv. She wouldn’t have moved here if she’d been me. It’s too hot, for one, and there are too many bikes.

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Friday night dinner

June 20, 2017January 29, 2018 Posted in Alberto, Food, Friday night, Nathan, Rufina, Uncategorized1 Comment

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.

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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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