It’s always a great thing to poke a little fun at culture.
On a recent trip to Israel, I got inspired to write a 100-word story series called, “Seven Days In Jerusalem.” It is about a guy who is essentially checking up on old friends who live there. So far, I only have three days, I’ll have to think of four more.
But, as advertised, here is Day One of “Seven Days In Jerusalem.” Enjoy.
I spoke my best Hebrew to the passerby. “Chaim Glicksman. Where is he?”
The passerby spoke in English. “Down that way. Christian Quarter.”
Chaim saw me right in the street. “Shalom, my friend!”
I shook his hand. “What’s a nice Orthodox boy like you doing in the Christian Quarter?”
“Not every Jew is an Israeli, not every Israeli a Jew.”
“How is Ayelet?”
“My wife is fine, although we suffered a loss recently. My daughter lit a shabbat candle and set Ayelet’s hair on fire accidentally.”
“That’s terrible! Is Ayelet all right?”
“Of COURSE. She wasn’t home at the time.”