(In the next few days I will write some posts about our vacation in Israel. About why I can’t live here, about how much i love this place, about the situation and about how this place is so much like and different from Germany)

We needed Pampers and as always in these kind of stores, we ended up buying everything but what we actually came to buy there in the first place. There was a young guy behind the register who looked at us and with a mindful of innocent ignorance ridiculed us about looking so tired at seven in the evening, like he didn’t notice that he was scanning pacifiers, wet towels and a bath sponge shaped like a frog. 

After finishing the scanning he announced that the bill is 170 shekels. On the register in front of me it said. 169.90. It was out of curiosity, not principal, that I asked why he announced a different sum than what it actually was. 

“It just easier this way, no?” he snorted back at me. I could sense that he was blaming me for something.