I am in here.
“House of Bread” = Beit (house) Lekhem (bread) = Bethlehem. This is, within the boundaries of Israel, the most exotic place I have been to, and it is only half an hour — no more — from Jerusalem. I start out this morning figuring that I ought to see some sort of sight while I … Continue reading Slouching towards Bethlehem
My friends Chaya and Azriel needed to go to Yafo (now practically a suburb of Tel Aviv) today. In a few days, Chaya and Mordechai will move there, to an old red stucco house on the corner of a street a block from the ocean. As of today, the house is full of plaster dust, … Continue reading Jaffa
I love traffic jams in Jerusalem — the small ones involving ten cars or so on the secondary streets. Everyone honks. Or gesticulates. Or waits with steaming patience. Drivers know not to take anything personally because, even if it’s meant personally, it’s not meant that personally. Whether the jam is caused by over-caution or stupidity, … Continue reading Jam on it
So I wake up here in Yerushalayim to find out that California has recalled its governor and installed the son of a Nazi instead. I have to digest this. It seems to mean more hard-core Republicanism in a country that has already had too much of that attitude. “We will take care of you as … Continue reading Morning in Jerusalem
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