I always forget to warn people but tonight i have to plan to get up very early to make it to the garage in Petch Tikva and then to Tel Aviv in time for the 10 a.m. reading of “Tel Aviv Stories” at the library. I think I’ve never read at Beit Ariella before, but it is only a little part of a story and won’t last more than a few minutes. The reading should be fascinating, however – all those different voices about this great city. With all the loyalty exhibited to Tel Aviv, someone must be doing something right. Apparently at the gay pride celebration on Friday, there were signs “If I forget thee oh Tel Aviv, let my right hand forget its cunning…”
They spelled my name right – Ha’aretz. I think that’s it.
After leaving a particularly boring Doctoral Award Ceremony at the university, in which no hope for the future was given to the graduates (some of whom, I can say from personal experience deserve a really great future) we went to Max Brenner, the chocolatier, to get some sweetness. But we were greatly disappointed. The food, which was served to 10 people at 10 different times, was boring at best, shockingly bad at worst. I had something called a sushi sandwich which made me think about throwing up (and came with a little bowl of chocolate sauce which helped to killed the taste), and Ezi had schnitzel with chocolate sauce, while the guest of honor who had been dreaming about her ice cream chocolate dessert during her entire ceremony, returned the first dessert presented to her as inedible. If I didn’t know better, if I hadn’t had thousands of dinners and desserts at thousands of cafes in Tel Aviv, I’d think there was no future either.
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