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Tales of a Wandering Jew: May 2008
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Thursday, May 8, 2008. Stuck in the Middle. What keeps those giant heavy birds up in the sky? Why can’t I touch the internet? Planes are weird for many reasons. There’s the dry recycled air that chaps your skin till it hurts, the little neat meals that seem like they were prepared by aliens, those round windows you can’t open, and the forced intimacy with strangers who share your armrest for 10 hours.
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: April 22nd
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Tuesday, April 22, 2008. Today, 25 years ago, my father died. It no longer feels like yesterday. Not even like last week. It still doesn’t feel like 25 years though. One of my best friends lost her dad a few years ago on May 13th. “Sean and I met on May 13th,” I mentioned to her last week, and she sighed heavily, annoyed. “Are you mad that Sean and I met on May 13th? 8221; She laughed and nodded. Yes, Sean's right,...
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: Scary Movie
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Monday, April 28, 2008. It is one of those Hebrew expressions I can’t find an English equivalent for, so I just say it in English, and those who are close to me are used to hearing it by now. 8221; I used to say, pleased with my maturity level. “It’s like resisting life itself! How the hell did that happen? And what is she going to do with those piles of books? Obviously she loves me less! Well, you obviously under...
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: A Visit to Shama's Grave
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Tuesday, April 8, 2008. A Visit to Shama's Grave. I used to hate cemeteries. I mean, what is there to like? It’s unusual to have graves left without headstones. “Back then the family didn’t think it was important,” Zehava says, “they believed that if they’re already dead, then their souls are gone elsewhere, and why bother spend money on a stone? Don’t forget how poor they were back then! In recent years they built...
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: February 2008
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Friday, February 29, 2008. Started traveling Israel and wrote books titled Ayelet Metayelet. Can you believe the nerve of some people? Now she’s Ayelet Metayelet and me? I’m just another wandering Jew. Tuesday, February 26, 2008. Dog's Life (Or My week in 5 Chapters). Chapter 1- a Chance Meeting at the Museum. Since I was 15! Chapter 2 - a Chance Meeting with a Man in Black. 8220;Sean, this is E,” I say. ...8221; T...
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: April 2008
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Monday, April 28, 2008. It is one of those Hebrew expressions I can’t find an English equivalent for, so I just say it in English, and those who are close to me are used to hearing it by now. 8221; I used to say, pleased with my maturity level. “It’s like resisting life itself! How the hell did that happen? And what is she going to do with those piles of books? Obviously she loves me less! Well, you obviously under...
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: March 2008
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Monday, March 24, 2008. I lost my wallet today. Next were my sun glasses. My precious Ralph Lauren that Sean had bought for me last time we were in Israel. They were my first expensive pair. I was always so careful with them. Next was my green thin sparkly scarf. I bought it at Salt Spring Island last year for $5. It was nothing I can’t live without but still – it sucked to lose it. It meant so much to me to finall...
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: January 2008
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Saturday, January 5, 2008. So I got myself a blog. So I figured, maybe instead of sending mass e-mails on my travels, I should give this blogging thing a try. And so I did. and now I stare at the empty page and wonder what exactly is it that I have to say? Well, not much yet. I'm still at home in Vancouver, drinking coffee, getting ready for work. Anyways, here it is. I have a blog. See how it works.
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: A Love Song to The City that Never Sleeps
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Saturday, April 12, 2008. A Love Song to The City that Never Sleeps. Which is why I live there, but it’s just belongs to a different bracket altogether. I also love Bombay, Bangkok, Phnom Penn and Jerusalem – all very cool cities – but they exist in a different sphere and in my opinion are incomparable. 8221; My friend added. What kind of night life is that? I forgive her for the crowded beaches. I even forgive...
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Tales of a Wandering Jew: Stuck in the Middle
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Tales of a Wandering Jew. The adventures of Ayelet in the Holy Land (and everywhere else). Thursday, May 8, 2008. Stuck in the Middle. What keeps those giant heavy birds up in the sky? Why can’t I touch the internet? Planes are weird for many reasons. There’s the dry recycled air that chaps your skin till it hurts, the little neat meals that seem like they were prepared by aliens, those round windows you can’t open, and the forced intimacy with strangers who share your armrest for 10 hours.
