Book & Cook

    I knocked on Shai’s door, holding a cute Doberman pup in one hand. A pretty dirty blond woman, at her late 30s or early 40s opened the door. She looked at me, then at the pup and back at me.  “Yes?” she asked in English, then reached to the pup. “Such a cute puppy!”  “I am here for Shai.” I said and letting her take the pup in her hands. “Is he home?”  “No, but David is. David! She called back. “There is a puppy here to see you.” David walked from his room.  “Oh, it’s you.” He said then looked at the pup. “Very cute!” He reached to pet the pup. “Hey I never connected, Is Tibi Tea yours?”  “My brother’s, I just live there. You should come visit it’s a nice atmosphere and special teas. I even make Mlawah.”  “Shai is walking his dog now; it will be interesting when he gets back and the big guy get to see his son. We will try to stop by tonight or tomorrow. What do you think, Rachel? Want to visit the tea house? He asked her in English.”   “Sure, why not?         She ended coming alone

        “Tibi?” The familiar voice of Meir my dancing friend calling me.  “Hey! What’s new?”  “We could really use you. I am glad I got you here.”  “What do you mean?”  “Our dance group is looking for new dancers, and I know you would be a great addition.”  “What? Folk dancing?” I sneered.  “It is not what you think. We just got back from a tour in Germany”   “Nice! You know I stopped dancing the last two years. My ex-girlfriend didn’t like dancing.”  “We were invited for another tour, but we need new dancers; Male dancers.”  “Does the company have nice looking women?”  “Oh yeah! You know, dancers, they are really pretty.”       He lied, well, sort of, most of the girls were ok looking only one or two were pretty. But I will get back to it later. Now I needed to go and pick up my puppy, black cute Doberman. I named him Roul which in Arabic means a warlock. Avi and I decided to move to another house, the owner of the studio didn’t like pets. This time Avi came up with an idea. We would

    Long ago, before I even went to the army my mom promised me that they would buy me a Vespa if I graduated high school. Well, I graduated from high school and finished my military service. I reminded her what she promised, instead of telling me the truth that she can’t afford the promise, she said; “I am not going to spend my money for you to kill yourself.”        I had to take matters into my own hands. The first thing I promised myself was to get my motorcycle driving license. Naturally I called Tamir. He was very happy to hear from me, after all I sent many of my friends his way. I didn’t need to take many lessons; just the 10 required.  “You need to pay attention to the road signs.” Tamir told me, “I can see you can maneuver this big motorcycle well and that you don’t have any problems being in control. The testers are very picky about the road signs, they want to make sure they don’t send you to kill yourself because you didn’t stop at a stop sign. The drivers don’t expect mot

        Boing 707 was the first airplane I ever flew on. The flight to Eilat took a little less than one hour. I packed my gear as usual in the military big duffle bag including my bathing suit. Being in the permanent paid service we were allowed to dress in civilian clothes after hours, so I brought some with me too. My favorite blue jeans, a few T-shirts, and a light brown jacket I bought when I was 15. The moment the engines turned on my eyes closed, and I fell asleep. I woke up as soon as I felt the engines changing speed. When I woke up I looked out the window and saw the desert spreading next to the red sea, rocks and sand everywhere I looked. The plane landed in a valley surrounded by rocky hills. It looked like a crater on the moon.         As soon as I walked down the stairs, I realize why I was transferred. A familiar red-haired officer was standing among the group of people waiting on the tarmac. Commander Pinkel stood there with a broad smile. I wasn’t sure if to be angry a