Emma Rochester. The day before I was at the market there I found this photograph of school boys. I wonder where this photograph was taken, here in Tel Aviv? In Israel? in Poland? Now here I am in a cab with black leather seats outside of Tul's house in the dark of four am I am going somewhere. I am leaving in the dusty cigarette smell of a cab to Ben Gurion. The driver talks although i nod in a daze half asleep half seeing the lights of the city, the bicycle riders, the bakery preparing the bread, soon it is highways and faces are dimming in memory there are new things to focus on now tickets, queues, passports and the promise of a new place. 2011 |