Copy and paste (chapter 1)



I spoke a lot about weaponry back then. The lone soldier who resided with the elderly woman was named Alex. It was unknown if they had a relationship. I would watch Alex from our balcony on Friday afternoons, thinking what a waste of manpower he was, cleaning his short barrel M-16 in the sun, smoking, and sweating for an hour or two while wearing boxer shorts and an undershirt.I first became aware of it when I overheard him speaking on the phone. He claimed that the IDF was the nation's largest whorehouse and that everyone was swarming around one another, including male officers and female soldiers, female commanders and male ones, and male commanders male and female leaders, as well as male leaders amongst themselves. Tall and fair, Alex exuded a haughty Russian air. The light gleamed on his pale, hairy legs, and the shadow under his armpits evoked recollections of bygone times, when the army tent floor was covered in crumpled newspapers with lipstick ads from basic training. Everything was worked out for me, down the last detail. Alex sat on the oil-stained railing for hours as I spent hours on the balcony with the door closed behind us. The elderly woman had attempted to clean the railing but was never able to remove the stains. Other than the elderly woman, Alex has no relatives in Israel. My kin was only

Ben and Beth, the twins, and my wife Iris, who cared for children with behavioral challenges, were the background noise. The two names literally translate to "son" and "daughter" in Hebrew, respectively. Ben developed an instant affection for the scouts; to demonstrate his commitment, he once lugged a massive wooden beam home, while Beth launched her own website blog. It's unclear to me what she did there. I saw that things were getting hotter in terms of security and that people should be cautious with the free community newspaper that they hand distribute to every home. It stated that power locks should be put in cars, that children shouldn't be left alone after dark, that indoor home security systems are a good idea, and that thieves even take dogs. When we first began parting with items, when it We lined the boxes we packed and put in the reinforced security room with copies of the community newspaper that had built up—seven, eight, or nine in front of each house—when it became difficult to buy supplies for the house and when I gave up smoking. I tried to think about Iris as I observed Alex's short, jagged toenails and how he played with them in the heated air. The way he sits with his legs spread wide, focused, breaking the weapon down into its component pieces and cleaning them with a brush and a flannel cloth. Iris would smell the perfumes of other counselors when she got back after one of her sessions. Summertime brought an average temperature of thirty-eight degrees.

degrees Celsius. I was homesick for the city. When the security jeeps passed by while I was sleeping outside on the balcony at night, they would momentarily blind me. A nice house in a quiet neighborhood was all we ever wanted. Okay, so we understand. Ben constantly needed a monthly check for the scouts, and Beth started going to Yoga for Children, which depleted our bank account. Weekends were spent with the elderly woman, and I attempted to figure out why Ben couldn't see Alex and I could when I was sitting on the balcony and he asked me a question about his homework.

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