




The supermarket chain that I work with as installation adviser has bought a large space in Rosh Ha Ayin downtown. Originally built for the failed Greenberg chain, it was owned by Fishman Investments and now, 9 years after project start, it has passed into the hands of the chain. This morning the son of the owner (a Jew from Buchara, in Central Asia) organized the first meeting of the advisers, the contractor (an Israeli Arab by the name of Salame) and the Municipality (Mr. Shapira). The building is still half empty but has all the infrastructure in place and working properly. Rosh Ha Ayin was originally a refugee camp for Yemeni Jews displaced by the 1947 war, where large traditional families lived in tents. Once I ran for City Engineer and had an interview with the Council in the Major's office, decorated with enlarged photographs of their first winter in Rosh Ha Ayin: flooded and snow-covered tent city of turbaned skeletons. The Major's office had a pungent smell and the interview was maintained in a bizarrely lofty philosophical level. Only later I realized that they (and me) had been completely stoned. Although we parted a long-lost brothers, I was rejected on the basis of the psychologist's report. The bastard made me a standard test, drawing from memory simple figures. He left me alone but "he forgot" the original booklet somewhere in the room, and goes without saying that I opened and copied the figures. I must have tested too "perfect", making him to suspect cheating, and the bastard killed my candidacy. I do have an exceptional memory and I learned from first grade to avoid showing off, but on in that ocassion I did not follow my own rule. Anyway, I am fully occupied now.
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