If you sit at an outdoor table at a café on
Thursday, August 9, 2007
The Dizengoff Blader
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
A woman in an office
She is a phony and a self-aggrandizer. She is particularly nice to people whom she thinks can help her. She makes out that she works hard, while doing little and spending much of her time hanging around, being one of the girls or one of the gang. She's smug; she's conceited; she's pretentious. She works for an organization where she can have influence and do good. She feigns interest in this. But her purpose is self aggrandizement. She wishes to look good herself, to proceed for her own good. Nothing else comes close in importance.
She resents the intern who's been sent to help her, cuts him out of meetings, gives him little to do and tells him as little as possible. She tries to keep him out of the way. Meanwhile she is continuously chummy with him, though she'll never invite him to eat with her and others in the office.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
A man who lives bellow me
There's a man who lives in the flat bellow mine. The story goes that he fought in the 1973 Yom Kippur War and came back with post-battle shock. I saw him now, standing guard in the small garden at the entrance to the building. He has a metal stick, a thick pipe which he holds in two hands like a rifle. He normally wears an old baseball cap or an Israeli farmer's hat pulled tight, almost over his eyes. He doesn't speak.
He lives with his mother. She wears long colourless baggy dresses which almost drag of the ground. She moves slowly. When we meet on the stairs she mumbles and attempts to smile. She always gives way.
With them lives a dog. The dog barks loudly and incessantly. It barks constantly, for hours, often at night. I doubt it's been out of that flat in years.
In the same flat there is a parrot. I chirps loudly, imitating the telephone an a human cough.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
A woman who in our building
There's a woman who lives in our building. Whenever I leave or enter the building she's there. She's constantly outdoors, often standing near an entrance at the rear of the building. Sometimes she looks at you, normally a blank look every now and then accompanied by a weak smile. She wears long faded t-shirts and old baggy jeans. Her hair is short and grey. Sometimes she walks a small brown dog.