8something AM. Rain. On a sherut. The guy behind me, to his girlfriend: “Everyone in Tel Aviv are faggots. They’re all cocksuckers.” I am caught off guard, it’s early. There’s rain. It takes me until we arrive at my stop, and then I turn to him and say: “Hey, cutie, try to cool it in public places, yeah?” Smile. Wink. Depart.
The Leftern Wall 