Pissing off Yussie.

We were not appreciated, for a while anyway, at Peduel. It was a severe case of foot in mouth disease. The people there had been extremely nice to us, trying to make their place suitable to us. As I have already said, they did this too well, and nobody wanted to leave.

The Yeshiva went out of its way. Four of us were supposed to share a caravan with this Yeshiva kid, Yussie. He cleaned it up, made it completely spotless, then moved out to give us the whole place to ourselves. It wasn't a bad room, considering the trailers with the cracked wondow pains and broken or mismatched doors, on the rusted or dented metal sidings surroundings of the West Bank. But the atmosphere was a little bit strange. Here it is, a Yeshiva, guys only, and almost all of the posters on the wall are standard Levi's posters, men with 1% body fat, wearing only jeans. It was strange, but hey, not that there's anything wrong with that.

Anyway, that was well and good, I unpacked, and sat on the bed typing. Yussie walked into the room, and explained that though he wasn't sleeping in the room, his stuff was mostly still there, so he'd be coming in a lot. I wasn't really in a position to complain; and I didn't really care. So, we started talking, he was depressed, he told me, he had just missed a call from his sort-of-girlfriend. Then he asked if he could play on the computer.

"Yeah, sure. You are [computer] literate, right?"

"Of course."

"I don't know, I've got a lot of stupid people in this group." So, he started playing WORMS, and I had to leave. "You can keep playing, but I have to go." He waved an OK. I was about to leave, but all these pictures, that were in other rooms too were still bothering me. Was the whole place gay? "Hey, by the way, what's with these posters, anyway?"

"What, him? He's my role model. I'm going to have a body like that."

"OK, but why are all of the posters in this entire place, in the other trailers too, of guys?"

"No girlie pictures allowed." I gave him a look. "No, really."

"Hey, whatever," I said, in a joking voice. "To each his own. It doesn't bother me."

So, we went to the meeting, I came back, the computer was left on my bed, and went to bed.

So, the next day, Tzviker came by to wake us up, (at around eleven) and we went to play a game of soccer. (^Gotta love the English.^) On the way back, we were talking to Tzviker, finding out what the place in general had thought of us.

"Well, for the most part, they like you, but one of the guys was telling me that some of you were accusing him of being gay and illiterate. Aside from that, you seem to fit in rather well."

Don't mind me, I'm just trying to bite me toenails. Maybe though, that I didn't feel like the place was what BA promised us.

Hey, who knows, Maybe, just maybe, I might be able to send out E-mails. Who knows?

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Michael Kadish

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