Unpublished authors work at home.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…
Read MoreOld Dog is very sick. She’s got a heart murmur, is epileptic, suffers from often-acute kidney failure and is on a cocktail of drugs that would shame Ozzy Osbourne. She is also paranoid of anything coming near her mouth and,…
Read MoreHate to live up to a national stereotype, but I’m gonna talk about the wather. If I tell anybody from ‘back home’ that I actually look forward to rain, they usually look at me as if I’ve just burned a…
Read MoreI really like Yom Kippur in Israel. I always liked Yom Kippur generally – from the wallowing self-reflection to the religiously-mandated self flagellation what’s there not to like? Well, apart from Wife asking “what?” as she nurses a cup of tea…
Read MoreSo, kicking and screaming, here it is… wait for it… I’m a blogger! I suppose it fits. After all, I’m an unemployed, unpublished author living in the neighbourhood of Tel-Aviv notorious (and much avoided) for its chronic hipsteritis. Inevitable is…
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