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My last few days can be summed up by two bullet points, each of which will be followed by brief explanations.
-No one laughs here.
While waiting to correct a ticket problem at the American Airlines office in Tel Aviv, I befriended another American tourist looking to do the same. The line was long, so we started cracking jokes with each other. Our jokes we're necessarily funny, but that didn't matter, because we both felt like we hadn't so much as smiled for the duration of each of our trips. We couldn't stop laughing. We were having so much fun, even while waiting in this stupid line. Finally, an office worker stepped out to answer some questions. She stared back at both of us and sternly said, "Please, just stop. Stop laughing. Just don't do this now, all right?" So, of course, we kept laughing--just quieter. It felt very nice, because no one laughs here, and I miss laughter.
-Famous people are different here.
My Israeli cousin (sub-point: everyone here is my cousin) arranged to have a pop-star (Hilary Duff caliber, we're talkin' here) record a video birthday card for my cousin's 9-year-old daughter. We met in a mall, and paparazzi hounded us while we videotaped the star's (Roni Superstar's, to be exact) good wishes. (The star wasn't just there for us; she was there supporting some charity that advocates feeding the hungry, or something like that, I don't really know, I'm too caught up in the fame, you know?) Then, my American cousin and I spotted ">Svicka Pickand, after acting silly for a few minutes, requested photographs with him. He happily obliged. Then, he asked us to please donate money to charity--famous people are way different here.
To bed with me. If you're reading this, I probably miss you.
-No one laughs here.
While waiting to correct a ticket problem at the American Airlines office in Tel Aviv, I befriended another American tourist looking to do the same. The line was long, so we started cracking jokes with each other. Our jokes we're necessarily funny, but that didn't matter, because we both felt like we hadn't so much as smiled for the duration of each of our trips. We couldn't stop laughing. We were having so much fun, even while waiting in this stupid line. Finally, an office worker stepped out to answer some questions. She stared back at both of us and sternly said, "Please, just stop. Stop laughing. Just don't do this now, all right?" So, of course, we kept laughing--just quieter. It felt very nice, because no one laughs here, and I miss laughter.
-Famous people are different here.
My Israeli cousin (sub-point: everyone here is my cousin) arranged to have a pop-star (Hilary Duff caliber, we're talkin' here) record a video birthday card for my cousin's 9-year-old daughter. We met in a mall, and paparazzi hounded us while we videotaped the star's (Roni Superstar's, to be exact) good wishes. (The star wasn't just there for us; she was there supporting some charity that advocates feeding the hungry, or something like that, I don't really know, I'm too caught up in the fame, you know?) Then, my American cousin and I spotted ">Svicka Pickand, after acting silly for a few minutes, requested photographs with him. He happily obliged. Then, he asked us to please donate money to charity--famous people are way different here.
To bed with me. If you're reading this, I probably miss you.