מתגעגע

מתגעגע

Milki.
Warmth.
The strength in the eyes of the young girl in uniform who got me on the right bus.
Grocery store clerks who yell at you for asking where something is.
Taxi drivers who ask about your sex life.
Oranges, bananas, apples that don’t taste like plastic.
Fresh squeezed pompagranate juice.
Shwarma.
Eyal Golan playing on the bus.
Thick hot chocolate.
Arguing.
Rioting.
Kacha.
Achla.
Ein Baya.
Cold nights in the desert.
Feeling like I need God.
Ir Hakodesh.
Black, brown, and yellow men in kippot.
Arsim selling ripped CDs.
Short, direct, hard words in Hebrew.
Fresh shakshuka before hiking.
Swimming in the winter.
Bringing a gun to bed.
Wearing jeans to work.
Kissing.
Yelling.
Noise.
Closeness.
Openness.
Scars.
Saints.
Heroes.
Cats.
Fire.