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Tel Aviv to Lake Wobegon: Fallin' in love with Austin

Tel Aviv to Lake Wobegon: Fallin' in love with Austin

The moment I landed in Texas, it just felt right. Not exactly like being home, but some sort of comfortable feeling took over.

I guess it’s understandable. I was a kid here for a few years. I left Israel at the age of 3 and came to Dallas, where my father did his PhD in archaeology. After that, we went back home to Haifa.

I don’t remember Dallas very much. I do remember going to a Jewish school, where half of the day was in English, and the other half in Hebrew. I remember wearing a kippa, tsisit and cowboy boots to school.

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Squeezing the steel symbol of Texas between her legs

Squeezing the steel symbol of Texas between her legs

 

Thick cloud of mild perfumes, scent of tobacco leaves and sweat covers the tremor of the blues and jazz maestros in the South. The Lone star casts silver shine over a hormonal pandemonium in the humid Texas evening. Tonight is the high point of the mating season.

A single conversation manages to leap across the alcoholic symphony of loud female laughter and deep male roar.

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