From Italy the mother says rain and wind. We, however, we have 30 degrees and we went to the beach in Tel Aviv, where the sun Pucciu fool me mistaken for one of his drinking buddy: "He saw that, Faith?" “Seno rifatto, amore mio” “Ma quella invece?” “Seno e labbra, forse naso”.
Troppo cotta per la lavata di capo sull'oggettivizzazione del corpo femminile.
Che fatica.
Però la calata dalle nostre colline di Gerusalemme è stata fruttuosa. Infatti la spiaggia è stata preceduta da colloquio di lavoro con organizzazione femminista che mi fa lavorare gratis per loro.
Che gioia, ringiovanisco e torno a fare gli stages.
La executive director ad un certo punto mi guarda e mi fa “Tu dopo vai in piaggia, vero?”
Dannata spallina del bikini che fa capolino dalla maglietta.
Sulla spiaggia siparietto da mamma italiana: "Pucciu Put the cream, sprinkle all over, I do not care if it disgusts you, put it" The result is a beautiful tan in patches.
And after lunch on the beach, stroll along the seafront with a Tel Aviv skyline that looks like the Florida and this year is celebrating 100 years of age. In the background, the promoter of Jaffa, one of the oldest ports of the Mediterranean, which has about 5000 years.
contrary view in the streets behind the Suq Hacarmel, where there are old houses fascinating but a little 'decadent.
And after a day of
merenderos, back in Jerusalem, a little 'cooked but welcomed by the lyre-shaped bridge of Calatrava, whose construction has caused many controversies: excessive costs for the poorest city in Israel, etc.. Calatrava to build it was inspired by Psalm 150:3: "Praise Him with a blast of the trumpet, praise Him with the lyre and harp!"
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