Eating shakshuka in a pita on a dusty street of a Beer Sheva slum, I pass by the headquarters of the local cricket club. Beer Sheva, WTF?
Crossing the street to the central bus depot I walk over a rifle bullet, complete and unshot. Multitudes have obviously already stepped on it. Beer Sheva, WTF?
That depot features one of Israel's biggest junk food emporiums, with numerous different flavores of slurpies ("barrad"). One of them, sandwiched between "chocolate" and "cherries" is "lambada". Beer Sheva, uuurghh!
Ok, but with all due respect to the periphery, I have a little Tel-Avivian WTF to share. This was overheard yesterday at an art opening in Jaffa:
Girl #1: "Wow, I haven't seen you in so long, have you grown taller?"
Girl #2: "Yes, it happened yesterday."
Later the first girl said: "You know I was only asking this because I'm growing shorter." How beautiful life is. When I run out of bizzarness, that's when I'll be ready to roll into the grave. have a surreal day and check out this site (courtesy of Bianca) for more healthy eavesdropping.
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Better get excited about Beer Sheva, because starting in November I am your Gateway to the South! Yeah! Plus I am renting a sprawling apartment with a backyard and a passionfruit tree in it for 840 sheks a month. Maybe I'll use the extra cash to post your CD.
No need to post it. I'll be coming down to loot your tree and drink passionfruit - lambada coctails in your backyards.
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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