Ahh... Wodka! The only half-decent drink one can get in Iz that doesn't cost a fortune.
Another long day at the orifice. Waiting for my girl to arrive and then we are off for pizza. Meanwhile... I drink...
We went away to En Karem over the weekend. A lovely little bucolic retreat nestled in the hills surrounding Jerusalem.
Staying at the Priory Notre Dame de Sion we had a very pleasant getaway except my girl got sick and we were pulled over by the cops having strolled round the village....
I awoke Saturday morning thinking, "Wow. Its so quiet. I love this place. Here I will settle down. Buy a charming little cottage [that once belonged to an Arab] and write my novel about sex drugs and nelson Mandela while Orly will draw and paint and take singing lessons with Victoria Hannah*... bliss...
Hours later having scoured the village for "For Sale" signs a cop car pulled up next to us. One got out and said "Ahlan. Mayanim? Kol Beseder. Meayim atem? Uh-huh. Teudat Zehut."
He wanted our ID cards they checked them and we were free to go
It was so pathetic. Bored cuntry cops swinging their dicks in public. Nothing more. Its not as if we looked anything out of the ordinary. We look pretty normal. Like tourists!
Now I am used to this. Had shit with the cops since I was 7. Been beaten up three times by them, and today, at the age of 40, could care less. Orly was flustered to say the least ["Maybe it's my HAIR? Oh God! THIS has NEVER ever happened to me. You, I understand, but ME???"]; I just took it in my stride.
Later on though I began to ask myself why is this still happening to me when I am 40? I have street cred up the wazoo, but somehow once a punk...
Anyway, we returned to tel Aviv that night. I was glad to be back. I like the noise. Maybe, just maybe, I will have to buy an apartment in this city after all... then again, maybe I like getting up the noses of a cuntry cop or two
*PS Victoria Hannah is an avant-vocalist. Someone whose performances have to be experienced... "Hanna chews up Hebrew letters, drooling from the mouth. She calls to God. Speaks to him, sings to him, longs for him. Another shout. The sound of the viola rises. And then silence...
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Another long day at the orifice. Waiting for my girl to arrive and then we are off for pizza. Meanwhile... I drink...
We went away to En Karem over the weekend. A lovely little bucolic retreat nestled in the hills surrounding Jerusalem.
Staying at the Priory Notre Dame de Sion we had a very pleasant getaway except my girl got sick and we were pulled over by the cops having strolled round the village....
I awoke Saturday morning thinking, "Wow. Its so quiet. I love this place. Here I will settle down. Buy a charming little cottage [that once belonged to an Arab] and write my novel about sex drugs and nelson Mandela while Orly will draw and paint and take singing lessons with Victoria Hannah*... bliss...
Hours later having scoured the village for "For Sale" signs a cop car pulled up next to us. One got out and said "Ahlan. Mayanim? Kol Beseder. Meayim atem? Uh-huh. Teudat Zehut."
He wanted our ID cards they checked them and we were free to go
It was so pathetic. Bored cuntry cops swinging their dicks in public. Nothing more. Its not as if we looked anything out of the ordinary. We look pretty normal. Like tourists!
Now I am used to this. Had shit with the cops since I was 7. Been beaten up three times by them, and today, at the age of 40, could care less. Orly was flustered to say the least ["Maybe it's my HAIR? Oh God! THIS has NEVER ever happened to me. You, I understand, but ME???"]; I just took it in my stride.
Later on though I began to ask myself why is this still happening to me when I am 40? I have street cred up the wazoo, but somehow once a punk...
Anyway, we returned to tel Aviv that night. I was glad to be back. I like the noise. Maybe, just maybe, I will have to buy an apartment in this city after all... then again, maybe I like getting up the noses of a cuntry cop or two
*PS Victoria Hannah is an avant-vocalist. Someone whose performances have to be experienced... "Hanna chews up Hebrew letters, drooling from the mouth. She calls to God. Speaks to him, sings to him, longs for him. Another shout. The sound of the viola rises. And then silence...
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Victoria of the Spirits
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