2024-03-29 10:07:56
The tourist had a hard time taking her eyes off the beautiful young couple who were having a heated argument in the hotel’s jewelry store. She sat across from them on a soft lobby sofa sunk in a bit as if watching a silent film projected in the shop’s window as if to dull the wretchedness of the place. The hotel bordered Bircon Street, where luxurious hotels and embassies were built, but it was on a narrow and sloping street whose name was ignored. She hated using that language with the guttural letters that her parents had forced her to learn as a child in the Sunday School of the Reform Synagogue, and the hotel was really par pechet. Its location also explained why the sea only peeked out from among the luxury buildings into the lobby windows at the back like a frothing nobleman who had stumbled upon the market.
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The couple in the jewelry store intensified his silent quarrel. Yesterday, when Edna lingered in their room again, a man in a gray suit, a hat and a briefcase who looked like an extra in a Bogart movie, suddenly turned on the sound system upon entering the store. At least she heard the ring of the jeweler’s fist on the glass counter. Then there were arms waving in the air, among them those of his wife, who was frightened to stop him.
in vain A wounded bear, the husband went out to the man with the hat, and with his face and neck swollen from stifled screams, he pushed him out, out! Amusingly, the outcast came across Emil’s wet bag, who would give her every shred of gossip he could find. So after the cleaner had fixed the hat owner there so he wouldn’t slip, he turned his head to the lobby to look for her. But this morning, the fifth of their stay here, the drama was meant for the pair of main actors only, and it simmered in the store’s aquarium. Captivated by her husband’s body language, the tourist saw how the blue-haired girl piled the jewelry boxes he pulled out of the safe on the store counter with restrained rage, and with the same restrained rage he lashed out at his wife. This canary squirms with her full breasts around her husband and around the boxes; Picks up a box and places it on the side of the stack, picks up two boxes and places them on top of one. And when the husband went away and became sad, his wife hugged her arms like a shop assistant with a satisfied director who now called: Kat!
The land of quidesh-the land of quidesh, the tourist licked her lipstick and at the last moment blocked the lump in her throat with her hand. For a good Jewish woman all the way from Jersey to the bar mitzvah of her cousin the Ziliger who housed them in this zero-view, and paid for only two days – it turned out to be a complete waste of a vacation! of a whole summer! And even from the balcony of their bedroom on the fourth floor, the sea shared a piece of his turquoise robes, revealing against it a beach of lumps of tar and easy chairs on which tourists and locals took advantage of the feverish sun. The latter also hit ping pong balls all day from side to side with a pair of huge wooden rackets.
Leah Ini (Photo: Dirk Skiba)
‘Pushtakim’, she was taught to say at the kiosk on the beach, where they sold a quarter bottle of soda! The tourist giggled and the sour salads from the hotel’s breakfast buffet once again climbed down her esophagus with the bitterness of the coffee. More than ever she missed the Sunday tray that Sam used to serve her in bed on Sunday mornings: Mondays with peanut butter, a glass of orange juice, and a mug of fine percolator coffee.
But the couple, how much pleasure he gave her! Huge entertainment! She first encountered them on the afternoon of their arrival. Edna checked in at the reception, and she wandered around the lobby, torn from the flight, Anna and Anna, until she stopped in front of the two hotel shops next to the elevator. The swimwear and cosmetics store was closed, but in the jewelry store, which was empty of customers, the man caressed the young woman’s butt, and with that male lewd smile, so familiar and uniform, also pinched her breast. Yes, they are married, laughed Emil the cleaner, as he later brought the suitcases up to their room. Married, and many like a cat and a mouse! And although since then the storm of passion has been replaced by the storm of quarrels, the young woman looked… oh, flirty! Suddenly the tourist from Shklata who sells jewelry finally got the courage this morning and defied something against her husband. But her soul was already broken by the overcrowding of the place – the other day Edna and she were horrified by the old Jaffa! They were shocked by the soldiers (see also female soldier!) who walked in the dirty alleys with weapons, and by the Arabs selling souvenirs who spared no effort to deceive them! – The tourist breathed in, that’s it, she looked like a tourist!
The seller! As another one who lost her way! Because really, what is this young saleswoman doing here?! What is Edna? Everyone! The tourist giggled a little and glanced at Sam’s engagement watch as he rubbed the fat on her wrist. Her older friend (this always cheered her up), was still lingering. Poor Edna, once again too many apricots for breakfast?! Her angular glasses, which seemed to stretch her temples with a pair of transparent wires, went and hung on her face with a slanted sneer.
These eye-catching young men marveled at being tormented there, in the shop window.
So you see, not everyone who looks like—she paused as she debated in their room last night in Edna’s ears about the correct comparison. Her friend would look for her suntan lotion even though it was resting peacefully on the dresser between their beds.
Did you say something, Ethel?
This young, dramatic couple, selling jewelry in the lobby, in the store… the husband, Edna! He doesn’t look like… Orson Welles to you! that’s it! She snapped her fingers with a swing. Right? She also reveled in the power of precision.
what? Yes, you can say. Yes, quite similar. Her friend now waved the tanning tube in front of her in nervous triumph.
And she, what? Brigitte Bardot from Tel Aviv? Or better yet, Bardo made in Warsaw! No one made her laugh like she did, and now she moaned with laughter.
who will? the tiny one? His wife? Sorry, she’s not that pretty in my eyes, sexy maybe, yes. Now it was the bathrobe’s turn to disappear and the search parties in Edna’s eyes scattered around the room. The robe was spread out on the lounge chair on the balcony and would have been toasted there. By the way, we originally drank from there, my dear, you know, or at least from Krakow, me, I mean, my parents. Edna, who was always good at spoiling everything, looked desperate and it was a good thing.
Yes, but she was even born in Alexandria, ma’am! You know, the exotic garnet, the cosmopolitan, and all that. And since Edna was silent, she gasped, I’m talking about those rich Jews, Edna! Those who immigrated from Poland, before the war, to Egypt, of all places, and spoke French!
Edna stopped her search and gave her this look, which once in a while wondered about her true identity. My God, Ethel! Where did you get all this from? These are strangers! And because she didn’t move a muscle in her face, her friend muttered, CIA you are, oh my! And then the search was resumed.
She felt a wave of heat rising in her chest, but she didn’t want to give in to it so early in the day. Where do I come from! giggled I already told you, didn’t I? Emil is very considerate of this matter with her. Well, I guess you can understand the poor guy, if this biblical guy, Hebron, was born. Even though she didn’t conceive the beast, her throat was salted.
Emil? Cleaner? Bellboy? Yes, well, Edna still suspected her, but she had already taken care of the suitcase. The robe, Ethel, I could swear I didn’t put it here.
what? did you say something Her mind was scattered. I’m just saying that in a week or less, how much do we have left for God’s sake? We won’t see them again, and they won’t us for that matter. Just like I said: complete strangers – I mean, uh, my bathing suit, Ethel, you might have seen – anyway, I heard those two lost something, is that true?
The truth is, she would have burst out laughing if it weren’t for Edna’s hatred of everything that drew her attention, especially when Emil cheekily suggested that she increase the tip. She took a series of regular breaths and fought to relax. Since what happened, Edna became such a burden on her that sometimes she had to remind herself why they were friends. still friends! She grabbed the dusty letter pad from the hotel table (the room key had fallen to the floor) and started waving it against the new heat wave that was coming. Hallelujah, Edna! I see my robe is found!
Edna, who had found her division on the balcony and was for some reason at the end of its folding, froze. what? it’s not mine? The thick, stupid bathrobe, which her friend had carried with her from home along with a handful of sheets and towels due to a fake rash she tended to get in hotels – returned to its normal length.
What are you, Edna! I just said you found the robe.
Ah, here he is. Yes. And by the way strangers, what did you start saying about this couple first? Edna’s voice lowered as the search moved to the sandals. You know I once read in an article – by the way, they also sell souvenirs and magazines from abroad in the store, didn’t you notice? I bought last week’s Vogue from them yesterday – in any case, it was written there, in the old article, I mean, that foreigners are for us Internal mirror. Well, I guess – God, it’s hard to say they clean here, under the beds – Oh yeah, I guess it has to do with this tension between fear and curiosity? Or attraction maybe?
“Internal mirror”! She almost snorted the couplet she agreed to draw from Edna’s voice, and refused to take her eyes off the tourist picture of a caravan of camels marching on the wall.
Yes, I know, dear, isn’t it strange? What is hidden there in the subconscious, her friend’s voice thickened. Yes, yes my friends, here you are! Don’t slip away! Edna now crawled backwards from the bottom of the bed, the curve of her back balancing with her perky butt, dragging the pair of sandals in front of her.
Oh, does not matter! She couldn’t take it anymore. I’m waiting for you in the lobby, go and sandals! Please, this time be accurate!
• The book “The Child of the Foreign Legion” was published by Keter Publishing
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