He’s in Israel ‘in case’, and I know that the case he’s most nervous of is Muslims taking over Germany. Israelis, as far as I can see, think that’s something that’s already happened.
Vera said, for everyone to hear, ‘Jews want money, of course,’ and laughed.
She danced with Alberto, I don’t know why, the joy and sadness of the occasion, I suppose.
This is a nation of shruggers, it is the answer given to many questions…
She looked disgusted, as if I’d admitted to a taste for rat, or beetroot, or something.
I ask if there’s anything that connects us, the new immigrants. ‘We didn’t fit in at home?’ says Megan, in that way that makes statements sound like questions.
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.