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Amazing big city at night

It is two o'clock in the morning, the streets are still bustling. It's cool and yet people loitering outside. There are people at sidewalk cafes, there are people in restaurants, we eat here 24 hours 24 and a steak-frites at this time, it makes sense ... ..

Along the beach couples stroll arm in arm, young bike or perched on skateboards have fun without worrying about what time it is. The dogs are enjoying their last walk, taxis are continuing their comings and goings. The parasols are closed but the tables occupied beaches, people walk along the water, some dare to dip their feet .... Many buildings are still burning ... Here people never sleep ....

I take the direction of Jaffa. The clock Ottoman throne in the middle of the square sparkles. It is two o'clock in the morning and there are crowds at Aboulafia, people buy pitot they fill the shwarma, fresh pitot coming out of the oven at any time of day and night, the servers are busy in the restaurant across the street, even the bagel shop is still open; The seller patiently waits, he will be rewarded, a man parks his car where prohibited, blocked traffic and command a huge bagel filled with cheese and salads of all kinds .... the glacier is only the head, he does not recipe tonight but it's cool ... ..

makolète The Arab never closes, sitting in front of glasses of steaming coffee, four men play cards and conversations seem animated. The greengrocer replenishes its stand, it stacks bananas on top of each other and casually throws his cigarette on the sidewalk. It is two o'clock in the morning and nobody buys vegetables, but if it is open he must still have customers. Both men leave the store "AM / PM" frozen pizza in hand, they straddle a motorcycle and fled into the night.

Young squat park benches, cans of cola in hand they speak loudly making big gestures. Cats dig through trash and fight in big blow to the legs and meowing strident, it is the strongest who will win and maybe he will share but perhaps not ... ...

My little street is quiet, bougainvillea are asleep, they s'affalent along stone walls, my house is on, the neighbors do not sleep where they then leave a light, it's a lot here .... A black cat who saw the light of my headlights throws himself on the side, it is still and stares at me from his golden eyes. Two helicopters flew along the sea coast they monitor, they are part of the landscape, it makes sense ... ..

It is two o'clock in the morning and I do not sleep, I print these images in a corner of my memory, I live in Tel Aviv, the city that never sleeps and the nightlife like me who yet hated before. I live in Tel Aviv, Israel I am, I repeat endlessly for fear of forgetting ....

Sleep does take me not too much thinking, too much grief, fear of leaving everything I like here, fear of never finding them. A discreet tear running down my cheek. I furtively wipe .... I suffered a lot today ... ... I do not know the control. In the distance a dog barks, he gives the signal and soon others joined the din ... .. I like that noise ... almost ..

At 5 am the muezzin call to prayer ... ... I do not hear it every time but for some time I hear it more often, maybe subconsciously I was watching, I this call breaks the silence, it marks the coming of the day ... ... the sound is clear and sweet ... .. it almost lulls me ... ..

It's five o'clock in the morning, the muezzin starts singing, a slight glimmer slips between the flaps, I do not always sleep in an hour the garbage truck pass through the streets, I hear people screaming and s 'yelled as usual ... ..

We are in Tel Aviv, the city that never sleeps ....

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As much tell you right now, I'm angry against you. Why? You know, do not one who arrives, you're supposed to be aware of everything right?

Yes, I know, you do not look after me, you've got a lot to do, you're over booked, can worry too much to handle, even when finally, there are At times I wonder what you doing ... ..

No no I will not fail to respect, I see it all .... From the time you know me, you know that I always have her back, I'm like that, and then we talk it all, I speak often not? sometimes to say nothing good I confess ..... Today I have things to say is not pleasant to hear, although I must vent your anger on someone, it's on you, the chance ... ..

Oh no, do not tell me you like those hypocrites who go to Mass on Sunday and once completed a duty to make out the worst crap I've known some like that, blessed ass to church , speech on human values, love and everything that goes with it and once outside, the beautiful soaring resolutions ... .. Of course I know you want names?

Note, I have names also for those who spend their time at the synagogue, taped yarmulke on his head, Shomer Shabbat and company, giving lessons in all kinds of rotten and rotten ... .. in Mitzvot is that their mouth and nothing for others .... I have lots of examples .... But yes, I have lots of examples, as if you did not know ... ..

Oh, then, for the friends of the mosque is like huh? they too have their share of rotten .... It asks all the time, 5 times per day, from sunrise to sunset and presto, as soon as we can divert to annoy others and will be well, let's be crazy ... ...

No I'm not informers, I explain, because I would like to understand your operation, but I'm back and turn in all directions, I understand that slab ... .. Perhaps those who disbelieve are quieter!

Slim anyway, what have I done to deserve this? I ask you ... .. fucking fuck anyone but me, I make my merry way, and when I can help people I do. Tell me is that I hurt around me? I'm thinking I do not see ... .. if I made you know it's beyond my control, but shit, you know me right?

My house is always open, I bend over backwards to please, I do naturally, you know what Metche taught me, I put it under every day. Ah

agree're angry because I have not lit the Shabbat candle, you're not going to make me a cheese .... it is not over it? Finally, I thought ... .. not because so many tell you right away, you know it's not my thing, I've already said, I do not fuss but I'm clean. Well you do not care what I'm telling you, you've got other fish to fry, I understand you point, given the crap that is in the world right now you can not be beehive. Note, I'd be in your place, the complete mess, I guess you have to rip your hair!

Finally I hope anyway that if you shoot me from there is a valid reason, I asked Mr. Destiny, but he remains silent, address yourself to the Almighty that I ... said. It is quiet, it does not take risks ... ...

Well I do not want to bored with all this .... It is true that there are things much worse and finally I'm exaggerating to complain like that .... you know I almost ashamed to complain, but at the same time I do not know where I live, let's say I'm a bit clueless and if I knew it would help me a little more .... I'm still always angry against you. You know he always find someone to blame .... I fired at random and it happened to you, it's so simple ... .. I

busy Jules to death, I gave him a lot of blame, it's her fault if we got there, it felt good, but it did not advance things .... That the empire rather, why always look for a guilty ... ... God will help you help yourself, that is what I did, I do not think unworthy, must believe that do you like it .... You're still a bit complicated, there are times I say it is fortunate that for rogues ... ...

Finally here, the car is for sale, we warned the owner, if found someone to take over the apartment he lets us go, if not, well you're in the shit! Note the shit is already there! Uh, if you could just give a little boost in passing that suit me well ... .. What if you got 5 minutes, just to lighten some things ... .. no no ... but take your time. It's really if you got 5 minutes ... .. I know you're busy, and you is not got me thinking ... ..

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Inexorably

There is a little over seven years, I put foot on Israeli soil in this small country that would be my second home, who welcomed me with open arms and gave me everything without asking anything in return.

The beginning was difficult, I left my eldest son in France, a job that fascinated me and that paid well, friends, 40 years of a life I had sometimes struggled to build.

Culture Change, change language, lifestyle, everything seemed insurmountable, and after a few months I had an idea, go back to my homeland and I abruptly left.

Then I hung up, I'm used to and I started to love this land, an unfailing love, almost fusion, a love unfailing, unconditional and faithful love.

I defended it against all odds, I lost some friends when we were at war, I made enemies as well and I'm proud of that nationality has become much maligned, this country still ostracized by society.

I became Israel over time without realizing it, a heavy heart when I heard the national anthem, his eyes full of tears when I saw our flag go up, always proud to belong to that this nation has been stereotyped and does not resemble the pictures and the idea that they're doing. My dual nationality

fills me, on one side my homeland, culture, education, language, and my memories, the other my adopted country, the history of his people and touches me fascinates me, its incomparable quality of life and my life here that I build every day.

I am a hybrid that feeds me and enriches my two nations. Sometimes angry one, angry with the decisions of the other, I always find compromises. Over time I never thought of leaving this country, it is an integral part of my life, it is my oxygen, I live and breathe every moment and now I know that with him it's for life.

The bougainvillea is in bloom, the flowers are pink to red, which derives, I think he likes this season, this is he flourishes the most, with the spring blooming double. Oliver's is superb, he has never worn as well, it overlooks the sea and extends on the corner of the terrace which sometimes overshadowed the other, he had trouble starting it, too, had a bigger pot for it to finally grow up. The lemon gave some nice lemons, clementine yield its first fruit in September ... .. For some days I look otherwise, emphatically, as if I wanted to print them, burn them in a corner of my memory.

The sea before me, it was oil lately, it seems more agitated, tomorrow it will be angry, and I fixed this horizon, this boundary, the demarcation line that approximates .... Inexorably ... ..

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In my bubble ....

A gentle warmth came over me, well being is omnipresent, there is no past, no future, I live every moment, without thinking about anything other than the present.

I am cut off from the world to invent another me, mine has the sweetness of the chocolate that melts on the tongue, the scent of jasmine that reveals its most beautiful aroma when the sun goes down, the serenity of the brook that sings along a path, the force of a waterfall that flows into a lake where noisily reflected snowy mountains.

Nights are warm and starry sky is still clear, there is no shadow of a cloud. The desert is filled with flowers, forests full of trees and vine comes not hinder my path. Children go through the cornfields, laughing loudly, they have sticky hands, their faces are dirty, and their eyes sparkling with happiness. A galloping horse mane in the wind, it belongs to no one, free and wild, he continued his frantic race and slowly spreads its wings to greet the sky.

I took refuge in my bubble and I dare not go out because this world scares me. I can not live in the past, I have to think ahead and I would stop time to stay in the moment.

My tower like Babel, there is no single universal language and the hope keeps me not to throw me. I wanted to touch the sky like Icarus, I've burned the wings. My ship and became ghost wanders through the waves.

A gentle warmth came over me, the sun caressing my skin and hear the sound of water. I open my eyes to the sea and I watch the horizon line between my past, my present and my tomorrows ... .. Only one who knows my fate was sealed .... If I go through it ... ..

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"Petch" Man in White

He picked me up at school with his bike he had painted in blue. Sometimes when I did not want to walk, he hoisted me on the saddle and guided the craft by walking alongside. At that time he was still alert and ulcers on his legs did not do too much pain. He had retired early because of age or other children into college, he followed his father on a boat and left for the fishing in Iceland. I had often heard that the first time he had left the port, he was crying after her mother, with time he had become accustomed, they were fishermen from father to son and his father made a point teach him the trade. Once its maritime activity, he worked to complete the plant to complete its missing quarters for retirement and after that hard work, he finally took some time for him.

He was actively involved in his garden he maintained and cherished as a leader and he spent much time because the garden was great. Many vegetables, herbs, fruits, trees and flowers, the place was full and I loved to walk there and back the land with him when I had no school. I loved picking up potatoes, uproot the carrots, stir currants, eating strawberries and pick pretty flowers for festive tables. In summer, the tourniquet was my favorite subject and I never tired of me when it was hot water. I also loved fetching water in the tank as it was installed to recover rainwater. This water was used for washing and watering the garden. I had a small plastic watering and I was proud to use it. I think it was he who had to send me this love for the land and nature.

Tuesday was laundry day, of course he attended, there was no washing machine and everything was done in large tanks, washers as he said. He helped to cotton sheets and thick towels that scalded. He carried along the basins of water and made the comings and goings to rinse the clothes, he turned the crank to spin and he took it all out. Sometimes he helped to extend the washing on the son of iron when the coins were too heavy and too bulky. This backbreaking work often began around 7 am and did not end until about noon. In summer it was a pleasant occupation but in winter it was harder. Detergents were made in the cellar since large tanks were stored there and there was a special room for drying clothes when it rained.

Tuesday he was very tired, physical work he was doing and prolonged standing legs ached but he never said anything. He rested a bit in the early afternoon and about 16 hours he returned to the garden to pick vegetables that would be used to prepare the evening meal. Must say that "Metche" did not spare it was always something for him to do and sometimes I wonder where he found the strength to continue.

Often late afternoon, when my homework finished, they played cards or board games. He had unlimited patience and accept everything I asked him. I wanted to draw, draw, I wanted to read, they read ... .. When I decided to go play with a friend, it was he who came to fetch me, he was worried when he saw the night fall, Then he rode his bike and walked the blue area to find me. I was a real bitch because I was never in person where I pretended to go, it was then the tour ended and girlfriends always find me and berate me because he was worried.

I remember especially his clothing, he still pants and a navy blue canvas jacket thick style jeans that almost resembled the homespun. I do not remember seeing him dressed differently with this style of clothing, he had several colors, but always in the shadows. He went out the suit, white shirt and gold cufflinks for special occasions. He never left his sailor's cap on which was embroidered with a beautiful sea anchor.

I saw old and increasingly tired. Up and down the stairs were a living hell for him and I was angry when my grandmother asked him to descend to the basement to retrieve the huge "does everything" from soup she had cooked. He put a lot of time to raise the precious beverage and metche found it was not going fast enough so she jeered. He never answered ... I said she had only to wait for one his son returned, but "Metche" when she wanted something, it was immediately.

I liked when I was talking about the war, I told him "grandpa again" and grandpa started again with a vengeance to make me happy. I think at times Metche was jealous of our complicity. He was proud when he was called in colleges to tell his life fishing in Iceland and when he was contacted by a Belgian writer to testify, he immediately accepted.

I've never stayed away from them, they were a bit like me because my parents high in the first five years of my life. When I got home from school, my mother was waiting and we were leaving the show, we ate a bowl of soup, the famous soup "Metche" who watered the neighbors and neighborhood friends.

One morning he was unable to stand, the doctor came, the diagnosis was simple, "Petch" was used, the hospital would have been useless, the heart no longer followed, the body either Then he wanted to stay with him in his house. We pampered for 8 days, my mother is part of the medical profession knew I was not prepared. I'm back high school, I was angry, my mother had gone without me eating soup, the house was dark and empty, I had a strange feeling which was immediately confirmed. My mother came to fetch me, she simply said that "Petch" was sleeping peacefully. She had to bring oxygen but it was not enough. It was his hour, he had decided. By mid-afternoon, surrounded by his family, he began his long journey, just as he had always been in life. Not a complaint, not a grimace of pain, the moment before he spoke and suddenly it was over.

His name was Charles-Henri, was my maternal grandfather, my "Petch" to me ... it would be almost 110 years now.

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Like arrivals at airports, this coming and going of people from all over the world wandering in all directions, luggage in hand .... There are those who are cold and carry around coats and mufflers and others who come from warmer regions, tanned to perfection and still have the sun in his eyes.

We hear all languages and can attend the joyful reunion that often give rise to outbursts and cries of joy .... Some parents welcome their children, a distant cousin that was not seen in years, a couple discovers that amazed the first time the land of Israel, a little girl who became acquainted with his grandfather ... .. These moments of emotion and delight me I can sit and spend hours watching live all these people who only go ....

Wednesday evening, 20 h 30, I expected Rebecca who was returning from France, there were not many people arriving and it's like that I have noticed. Then I thought anyway even if there had been crowds, you could not miss it!

He arrived accompanied by a friend who was holding the camera ready to capture the long-awaited moment and that would certainly be an exceptional moment for him. What caught my attention and that of others was his bearing, he was dressed entirely in white and gave the impression of something straight out of a marriage where then be ready to go. He went to the flower shop and came out with a huge bouquet motley.

He then slipped into the crowd and started well ahead so that the person was going to happen can not miss it. It puzzled everyone with his big bouquet and assumptions were rife.

He was well aware that attracted attention but it did not seem to interfere, he brandished his sword like a bouquet, as if he was going to offer a trophy of utmost importance. His eyes went to the display panel schedules to their cell phones while out of his pocket nervously every three minutes, as if he was afraid of missing a call.

He was short and stocky, the hair black and wearing very thick brush. His suit my cut him a little shook and showed that the traces of a "john" under his shirt too adjusted. I thought the "marcel spoiled everything" and that was far pictures of supermodels, I made the remark to Jules and we laughed, it's not nice to laugh people I know but I could not help it ... The pants had been ill and had retaken the long stay on a coat hanger which is still visible mark. His shoes were not of extremely high quality, black and pointed, they contrasted with the pallor costume.

At the sight of this man gypsy type, I figured it was a Jew of Eastern European countries and as a result it was confirmed to me, a woman came toward him and I heard them speak a language that looked a bit like the Russian. So I looked at the table arrived and there was a flight from Latvia. ... So, I launched investigations equally crazy as each other, movies like I like to do, I like to imagine stories and n'amusent me because when I expressed Jules my ideas, it did not frank air of interest.

Finally the time has passed quickly and waited to see the person that the man in white had to wait. Of course, given the bouquet of flowers, it was likely 99% sure it is a woman who receives this. Was it that he came to fetch his bride? .... YES! I decided it would be this. I imagined that he had met perhaps the internet and she came for the first time in Israel, then I imagined how shy he was welcome. It would be a little awkward, a little embarrassed because it was the first time. She would blush, the kiss on the cheek and furtively at the time his partner pull out the camera. He would push his luggage cart and both arise again for some photos before heading out ....

I think I was not alone in waiting to see the bride arrive. I wondered what it might look like. I heard comments from people and it was quite funny because all the assumptions were permitted and no two are alike.

Once a single woman appeared, I thought is what it is? No, this one too pretty, this one too old, this one too blonde, this one too distinguished .... Just look at the kind of shots that can be done ... ... I was convinced that when I happen to know her!

My eyes were glued on the glass door that opens automatically and I trembled when it opened. For once, I was in unison with the man in white and I imagined how it must be stressed. He looked more and more now that he kept his phone in his hand, his other hand being taken by the heavy bouquet that seemed to tire.

At 21 hours, Rebecca who made his arrival, suddenly I forgot the white man and his bride. The hugs and the usual questions like, "you have a good trip," "are you happy to go" and we were already in the car direction home ... ..

The mystery remains unsolved ... .. I never know what it was like the bride ....