What journeys did you have to take, to say, “This is who I am, this is what I love to do, and I don’t care who is watching?”
Michali leans forward against the barrier, relishing the blast of cold air on her face after the heat wave outside. It’s the hottest summer Jerusalem has seen in years, with record-breaking temperatures, and honestly, nobody is impressed. Or amused.
Bless the municipality for setting up an ice-skating rink in the Old Train Station.
Michali closes her eyes, breathing it all in. The cold reminds her of the Chanukah they spent at Bubby Gold’s in Monsey, with the wet slushy air and velvety hot chocolate and sledding in the backyard.
“Michali! Michali! Look at me!”
She opens her eyes, smiles at the little boys tottering past her, holding on to assistance penguins. Her little brothers are cuties.
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