It was father’s day, so naturally I spoiled myself. Half day in the Spielplatz with Maya, and another half at a farm 30 kilometers from Berlin. I think I heard the word “Aba” (father, in Hebrew) at least 500 times today. “Aba I want an ice cream”, “aba I want… weiter lesen

Twice a week I am making deliveries of my products to local supermarkets. Tonight I delivered to two supermarkets and at the latter, there was a women standing near the counter, scribbling something on a piece of note. I stood next to her and started unloading hummus boxes on the… weiter lesen

I wrote here once about my visit to the job center office. I remember it being so funny, I couldn’t even get in touch of the humiliation of some officer who dared, in straight face, telling me that he will never look for a job for me, but still, that… weiter lesen

Was taking a few hours off on Sunday to be with Maya. walked to the spielplatz, and headed to the usual route: trampoline, swing, and then the carousel. We were talking in Hebrew when two girls, maybe five-year-old, approached the carousel.

Maya likes being around older girls. She immediately joined… weiter lesen

Gilad Shalit is on the way home.

You can argue about the price, some will. Or the consequences. Or the preceding effect.

You can say what you want about PM Netanyau, but took the extra step in the holy promise given to every parent giving his kids to the army:… weiter lesen

On friday, around four PM we started to close the bistro (I don’t like bistro, but this is what the Bau amt wants), in preparation for Yom Kippur. One of the diners, a woman in her 30′s saw me hanging the sign, saying that we will be closed for the… weiter lesen

I promised myself not to write anymore until the summer. So this explains the long hiatus. It’s September, and it’s summer, and I can get back to writing.

Of course it would have been better if I was sharing the idea here.

I am in the middle of opening a… weiter lesen

There is a funny story being told over and over at my wife’s family house. It is about the time when the little sister went for one year (or semester) to the US and interned there at a local hospital. The sister was amazed when she noticed that everyone is… weiter lesen

In May, I had written about the German driver. I would like to get back to the subject please.

I first drove in Germany in the times when I used to come to Berlin for a weekend of partying. It’s was a toxic combination: I was so fucking high,… weiter lesen

About ten days ago I entered the S-Bahn somewhere in West Berlin. There was an old couple seating on a four-seat bench, one of those that faces the door. Casually, I sat there. there was a gap of one seat between us. The door barely closed when the couple stood… weiter lesen