Jaffa, life therein.

[Sorry about the lack of posts. On Monday, the DSL in this area died. It came back the next day, but our wireless router was still dead. All fixed now!] So you know you’re really in Jaffa when you stand in an overheated little kitchen off of a pigeon-shit-bespattered courtyard, slopping dishwater on the tiles Continue reading Jaffa, life therein.

listening

Sea far enough away that I cannot hear it. Skinny cat prowls outside the restaurant’s lighted windows. Silverwares jangling in another room. Laughter. The horn of the local mosque sounds. My friends speak a language I don’t understand. I listen and write.