Narrative, People

A Wedding Ceremony (part 1)

“I love smuggling – you should write about smuggling like you wrote about the cactus...” ‘Roger' also said I should change each person’s name. He and 'A.T.' became our forbidden goods, spirited into Al-Quds for 'Jack & Jim’s' double-wedding. “Canada” was driving, carrying us through Al-Khader1 village in a purple van (that wasn’t purple). We… Continue reading A Wedding Ceremony (part 1)

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Narrative, Observations, Quirky

The Showdown in Haifa

I was awake the entire night. Conventional wisdom maintains that one ought to be in bed early in order to rise before the sun but I dreaded sleeping through my chance to get a year-long visa. The latter parts of Saturday night are a blur but I know I spent the wee hours of Sunday… Continue reading The Showdown in Haifa

A little girl frisks a soldier
Analysis, Memories, Narrative, Reflection

Way of the World

I decided to walk over to Rainbow Street and get an over-priced-anything, as a concession to myself. Rainbow Street is a sort of tourists’ outpost on the opposite hill, a long contemplative walk from the Canary Hotel. I found an ice-cream shop and ordered a scoop of  pistachio-filled “Arabic” ice-cream, since I can’t get that… Continue reading Way of the World