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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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Waiters

January 24, 2018January 24, 2018 Posted in Nahat, Olive Korner8 Comments

Waiters tap their fingernail impatiently on the table and remind you, sternly, that the bill doesn’t include a tip, even as they hand you the menu.

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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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League of handsome

October 18, 2017November 14, 2017 Posted in Friends, gay, mansoon, Nathan, Sex, Uncategorized1 Comment

He’s too polite to say he thinks he’s more handsome than me, but he’s not too polite to think it.

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My first night in Tel Aviv

September 28, 2017November 15, 2017 Posted in Food, gay, Moving, Shimon5 Comments

We’re drunk and happy, and howl into the night, like wolves in the forest.

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A write-off

September 12, 2017January 29, 2018 Posted in Family, Leaving London, Moving, Uncategorized7 Comments

I discover that doing nothing is more fun than having nothing to do

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A respectable organ

September 8, 2017September 8, 2017 Posted in Food, Friends, Olive Korner, Shimon, UncategorizedLeave a comment

He laughs. “I wish! I wish you’d fuck me.” He howls this into the night. He doesn’t care who hears. “Fuck you all!”

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Keton

September 4, 2017November 14, 2017 Posted in Ben, Food, Friends, Nathan, Saturday, Uncategorized1 Comment

A man at another table pointed at me, his hand trembling, and said, “Itzak Stern sat there.”

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Woman with moustache

July 28, 2017August 25, 2017 Posted in Friends, UncategorizedLeave a comment

I am distracted, and slightly repelled, by her moustache, can hardly take my eyes off it, actually…

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Manta Ray

July 11, 2017August 25, 2017 Posted in Alberto, beach, Ben, Food, Friends, Nathan, Rufina, Shlomit, Ulpan, UncategorizedLeave a comment

We may be the definition of rootless cosmopolitans, citizens of the world.

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Breakfast of champions!

July 3, 2017August 7, 2017 Posted in Food, gay, Saturday, Sex, Uncategorized1 Comment

He shows me the top of his tattoo, which is of a large feather. It’s well drawn, actually. It starts at the small of his back and, I don’t really want to imagine, sweeps downwards.

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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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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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