A thrilling reunion with my friend N., whom I didn’t see for two years. Did you make an appointment?” inquires suspiciously the seller at her store. “No, I reply, I’m her friend”. “She is at her office”, he says and offers to call her. She comes hurriedly, and we're delighted to see each other. We swap stories and agree to meet next week for a proper dinner together with her boyfriend.
“Do you understand me?” I implore, sharing with her my decision to move back to Tel Aviv in the summer. N., that lived many years in the States understands me very well.
In the photos: N.’s office. Her photo (taken by Tamar), together with her two nieces, is attached to the window.
Being understood is such a relief.
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