The waiting room in Assuta Hospital in Rishon Litzion is small and by no means cozy. The chairs are set up in a way that maximizes the seating space while inconveniencing the actual sitting process. The TV is on, blaring from behind the seats, forcing people to turn their heads up and around, mostly in … Continue reading Why Beit Shemesh Might Mean Something to Me After All
I’ll See You On The Dark Side Of The Moon
A big russian dude walks in to my little pre-op cubicle. He puts one leg up on the bed, an odd position to witness especially when the beds are above average height. Grabbing the packet of papers, he starts asking me questions in a dialect that shouldn’t exist. Um…can we try that again in English? … Continue reading I’ll See You On The Dark Side Of The Moon
Losing Words
I reach over to feel the cup. The coffee has cooled down enough for Tzila to drink. "Would you like your coffee now?" She nods and opens her mouth slightly. I lift the cup to her lips carefully. A bit spills over her mouth and onto her apron. I give her a napkin. Her hands … Continue reading Losing Words
Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes
Anyone remember my saga with my health? Here's a quick recap: I went to the doctor after months of weakness and fatigue. She ordered blood tests, they came back reeking of mono, and told me to rest up. (Ha!) She also sent me for x-rays of my face to find out why I've spent the … Continue reading Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes
Why Beit Shemesh Means Nothing To Me
Back in September, I wrote a post about the situation here in Beit Shemesh. I wrote mainly out of frustration with my new hometown, and because mothers were bringing politics to the park. I responded to a conversation held in front of children on this blog, although looking back maybe I should have kept my … Continue reading Why Beit Shemesh Means Nothing To Me
Colloquially Speaking 