T he day had begun so nicely.
Itzik had slept over at Faigy’s house and in the middle of the night Ari had driven over Itzik’s little Smart Fortwo and in it his tefillin laptop and a change of clothing. In the morning a lovely breakfast was waiting for him on the kitchen table including a toasted cheese sandwich eggs and vegetables. There was even frothed milk for his coffee.
So how did that whole dustup get started? Which idiot had mentioned the word “occupation”?
As he sped along the road in a blind rage Itzik couldn’t recall how the altercation began. Maybe Ari was reading out headlines from the paper? Maybe Faigy said something about an article she was working on?
It didn’t really matter anymore. What mattered is that Faigy and Ari had said there was no occupation. They said the Arabs were murderers and there was no way that Israel could let them have a state of their own.
