Bugi read aloud. “Rechov HaNeviim, rental unit for single tenant. Very well-kept…. No, that’s not for me at all"
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n the middle of Elul, Bugi started his apartment hunting in earnest. He took down phone numbers from homemade street notices, pored over the classified ads in every local circular he could get his hands on, and compared apartment sizes and rents.
“Now you really need a cell phone,” said Lulu. “I know,” said Bugi, “but… it’s scary. You have to admit it’s scary to jump into the real world. I feel like I’ve been standing at the top of the big slide at the water park, and now I finally have to let go and slide down. Once I start, there’s no turning back — and I don’t even know if there’s a nice pool at the bottom, or a ditch full of sharp rocks.”
“There’s a good life waiting for you at the bottom,” Lulu reassured him, “and next summer you’ll stay at a hotel, like a prince.”
They walked together to the cluster of cell phone shops at Davidka Square and began making their rounds.
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