“Father,” I say, “let me tell you what I accept, and what is still bothering me.” That should be enough at least for a start. Mother and her sister have gone to south Tel-Aviv and my kids are in school. I’ve disconnected all the phones in the house and I’ve even turned off my cell, father doesn’t have one. I’ve succeeded in dragging him out of his study, not a small achievement. Today I’m determined to squeeze from father the essence of thinking clearly. ![]() I’m stretched out on a comfy garden lounge chair with nothing in my hands, unlike him I don’t need caffeine or nicotine to keep me going. He has a cup of coffee in his hand and his pipe is handy. ![]() It’s a beautiful winter morning one of those days that belong to the spring. Father and I are sitting in the backyard.
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