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Family

February 28, 2018February 28, 2018 Posted in Family7 Comments

I discover my family lied about my mother’s funeral so I wouldn’t fly back for it. I’m beginning to think they aren’t nice people.

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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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Efrat

February 8, 2018 Posted in Friends, leaving Tel Aviv2 Comments

He’d tell me fragments about himself, but not much more. He was like a 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle to which I’d only found the corners.

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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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A walking waterfall

January 29, 2018January 29, 2018 Posted in Friends, Leaving London3 Comments

I ran to the bathroom more times than a teenage bulimic. I’m not used to all this emotion.

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Beginnings. Endings.

January 22, 2018January 24, 2018 Posted in Dan, Friends, leaving Tel Aviv, Moving, Nahat, Olive Korner2 Comments

I have a memory of a group of us dancing on a pontoon on the lake one Friday night that I think about if ever I need to reduce my blood pressure.

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Mike

January 16, 2018January 17, 2018 Posted in Friday night, gay, mansoon, Sex, Uncategorized6 Comments

After exertions, he told me more about his life. He is, of course, involved with someone, blah blah, they’re breaking up, blah blah, or maybe not, blah blah.

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Ship of fools

January 2, 2018January 3, 2018 Posted in Friends, leaving Tel Aviv, Nathan, Olive Korner2 Comments

On my birthday I go to an exhibition. Its themes are: death, separation, misery, gloom. Everything but fun. Perfect!

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Ido

December 22, 2017 Posted in Friends, gay, Nahat, Olive Korner, Sex2 Comments

It may have been my sympathetic manner, it may have been the badge that says ‘Cock’ that I wear on my lapel, maybe it’s Maybelline, who can tell, but Ido soon began to tell me scandalous stories about his busy sex life.

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Independence Day

Independence Day

November 27, 2017April 15, 2021 Posted in beach, Friends, gay, mansoon, Nathan, Rufina, Uncategorized19 Comments

If you’re thinking of seeing the Ministry for yourself, it is probably wise to take sandwiches, a thermos and maybe a sleeping bag.

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Se-juice me!

July 21, 2017August 25, 2017 Posted in Ben, Dan, Din, Friends, gay, Nahat, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Tasks always take a stage or two more than you expect in Israel.

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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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