Yossi. Yossi Klein. Scribbling my name in flowery script on the wall, I thought of Moishy. Moishy said my handwriting was girly. I felt insulted, to be honest, but then I decided, So what if my cursive was more legible than the handwriting of most kids in the class? It wasn’t a bad thing, that.
So now I was practicing the best way to sign my name just like I practice my favorite magic tricks and acrobatics.
I liked the one where I deliberately added a spontaneous dash around Klein. Looked nice grown-up and decidedly un-girly.
So that’s where Henoch comes in. Because he came into our room and he goes in that big-brother way “You’re writing on the wall?!”
And I say “Oh the wall.”
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