We can’t really understand why she moved to the North but it’s fine with us. There are hardly any cars now (we live in a kibbutz, it’s like a small, far-off village) but the nextdoor neighbor has a really scary dog. (But we’re too fast for him anyway.)
The most fun part of moving were the first weeks during which Heila’s new place was a paradise of boxes, bags, and other stuff that made for great hiding places and things to check out and play with.
Did you see the uncomfortable toilet we had then? (Now we have a first class WC, Made in Italy.)
One sunny day this summer, this cocky bum showed up in our backyard. His pathetically pitiful face got him exactly what he wanted: Heila felt sorry for him and gave him food. Since then we can’t get rid of him. Well, to be honest, I think I’m the only one who would love to see him disappear again. That’s because I can see right through his manipulative green eyes… it’s obvious he’s a crook… did you see his bent ear, probably from some fight he had with one of his street gang foes. And, worst of all, he doesn’t stop hitting on me. Delusional creep.