Back in the land of holy four days and I find myself wading deep through bureaucratic university muck.
Surprised when the voice on the other end of the phone is so abrasive I interrupt to remind it that I'm not complaining or criticizing, merely looking for help in finding a solution to said obstacle. "oh, god forbid, of course", the voice referring to my insistent reminder that I'm not on the offensive; though on more than one occasion I feel myself teetering over that fine line, ready to unleash the Moroccan temper stored inside me.
And a small voice echoes in my head, "welcome back to Israel".
The truth is that I am well-equipped, I have the elbows, the persistence, and knee-high rubber boots necessary to navigate through this wild terrain. But the reality is that I like my elbows moisturized and foot wear light.
We'll see how long I keep my American manners and temperament before my recently acquired Israeli edges begin to re-emerge.
I may love Israel but there are some things I prefer Americanized.
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