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,…
Read MoreOver here, a lot of walls get put up; not a lot get pulled down. In the country, that is. In our apartment, it’s the opposite. Just this morning, this disaster zone was my study. Now it’s a hole, and…
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