Unpublished authors work at home. It’s just what we do. But home in Tel-Aviv is usually a tiny apartment, a third of which is occupied by a ‘mamad’ or safe-room (more on that in another post), surrounded by a city going through one heck of a property boom.
That means you can’t take two steps without coming across a building being torn down, being built up, or being ‘shiputzed’ (renovated). Like our street: there’s knocks and clangs and drilling and shouting of ‘habibi!’ on three of our four sides. And someone in our building’s apparently trying to knock it down.
I’m trying to work. Work I tell you! KNOCK IT OFF!!!!