Unpublished In Tel-Aviv

Category: TelAviv things wot do my head in


A very bookish protest…

Last night: what could be more absurd than the sight of museum employees demonstrating for fair employment conditions? A scraggly group of a few dozen camped out in front of the old town hall (most recently the site of the…

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One is the Loneliest Number (but not in Tel-Aviv)…

Much of our lives are experienced alone. How strange then to realise that cities respond to this aloneness in different ways. Now back in London for a few weeks – bereft of The Baby, The Wife and also The Dog…

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Violence for violence’s sake…

In our neighbourhood: Car parked; baby and wife disembarking. A car barrels down the road far too fast, driver staring out of side window, and barely misses them. Freaked out, I yell: “Hey! What the hell are you doing? Watch…

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Yemenite Sh!t,,fit,,,

  These were posted all around our neighbourhood. Bear in mind we are both not Yemenite, and have dog. Oops. Important Message To the renters and the new apartment owners who in the last few years or months joined our…

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Buying gas masks for dogs isn’t as easy as you’d think…

In Israel there’s a concept of “this year’s war”. It implies inevitability, projects normality upon a reality where peace isn’t really peace but rather the absence (for now) of outright war. This year’s war? Who knows – could be Hezbollah…

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Simmering in the Bubble…

Living where Unpublished Author lives, you could be forgiven for thinking Israel’s the left-wing liberal democracy of yore. Every billboard and toilet proclaims the strength of Meretz; every conversation you hear in coffee shops is between Avoda, Meretz and Hadash….

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Of Cyprus and sick-bags…

I visited Cyprus today. Again. I’ve been to Cyprus three times now, but only once intentionally. You see, Israel’s effectively an island. To the North, South and East we are ringed by frenemies or outright enemies; to the West is…

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Swimming the Good Swim…

Once a week, Baby and I go swimming. There’s a baby-mecca in the North of Tel-Aviv which holds seemingly continuous lessons in a pool about the size of a bathtub, growing from the building’s roof like a wart. It’s overheated,…

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A Nation of Wishful Thinking…

You could probably call Israel an island country. Although geographically we’re wedged at the juncture of Europe, Asia and Africa, Israel often feels more remote than New Zealand. To the West and South there’s sea; to the South-West a cold,…

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Hipster Bikes Must Die!!!

Having drinks at Port Said, one of the trendier bars in my neighbourhood, I ran into some old industrial designer friends. We got talking but within a few minutes I realised I was already excluded. Usually I find this upsetting;…

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