Mom, Pass the Couscous
On Israeli family life: blessed chaos, impossible intimacy – and a magic that doesn’t exist anywhere else
On Israeli family life: blessed chaos, impossible intimacy – and a magic that doesn’t exist anywhere else
Relationships, like cheese, start out smooth and delicious – until they start to stink. Fights, contrary to what is taught in marriage counseling courses and for beginners in relationships, are not a glitch. They are not a glitch – they are a lifestyle. An art. A way to express feelings, vent frustrations, and remind your partner that you exist, that you are not satisfied, and that you actually remember what happened at his sister’s wedding exactly five years ago.
Superpowers? We have them. Survivability? Plenty. Bizarre costumes? Every Friday morning in central Tel Aviv.
And who needs Marvel when you have the guy from the neighborhood who insists on fixing the air conditioner with flip-flops?