I can’t keep track of all the birthday parties, weddings, engagement parties, and sukkot holidays. I buy a present, go home, remember another present, or a card, and go back, get another one, go out again… Today I got so cramped for time I thought I’d try the shop next to my office, at the Diaspora Museum. I don’t know how long it has been open but I’ve never been so desperate before to think of it. But it turned out beautifully. It may be tiny but it’s got everything a museum shop should have, including cards and books and gifts. The book store at the university has a lot of stuff, and I was there yesterday buying gifts, but the Diaspora Museum Store is ‘classy,’ if conservative.
A lot of shopping in general is going on around here lately – negotiations, promises, threats, exchanges. As long as we’re not fighting I’m happy – it’s just keeping busy and sharing attention. And there’s a lot of risk involved, like if one or two terrorists that have been free come back for a second try. A pretty young woman with a bomb strapped around her stomach and a little experience at a checkpoint.
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