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

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Maria's outline
Memories, Observations, Reflection

Fragmentation: Recoil-Effects…

It was as inevitable as it was unfair. My co-worker lifted me from my bed-bug infested sheets in the valleys of Amman to an air-mattress between the polished sky-scrapers of Hong Kong. She took me swimming and I toured the city, from a beautiful temple to the zoological gardens. There were fine meals and trips… Continue reading Fragmentation: Recoil-Effects…

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