Note to the reader: The following story is fiction and takes places during an interrogation of 19-year old Lieutenant Gabi Aloni , who is doing his national service in the Israeli army, which is compulsory for Israeli Jews. Gabi deserted from the army, he had been working at Checkpoint 300, which is a large Israeli military checkpoint on the entrance/exist f...
LXXI Ivory Towers Mark & Molly 2075 There was much that was making Mark feel guilty. Here he was—a married man with a devoted wife with whom he'd lived for fourteen years and a delightful nine-year old daughter—now living every day of the week in Oxford: a two hour train journey from Islington. And this was all because his employer, Sig Mu Inc., Korea, need...
I first met Mohammad when I was a girl. He was 15 years older than me. I was 16 and he was the senior mechanic in my Dad's garage in Tel Aviv. I remember watching his body, as he would sweat under the boiling Middle Eastern sun. He would put down his wrench, peel off his shirt, and then grab a Cola, which he would drink in the yard. I would finger myself an...
I waited in the interrogation room for what seemed like an eternity. My sense of time told me that it took me half an hour to pee, thanks to Livshitz' Uzi in my back. My interrogator, Daniellah Argov, was taking even longer. Random thoughts flashed through my head as I waited. What was this delay all about? Was she ordering up a thumbscrew to help with my in...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Ethical Dilemmas are: We'll Always Have Paris. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and...
I sat in the hotel lobby room waiting for Tamar. I whiled away the time with the current edition of the Jerusalem Post and numerous cups of Israeli kafeh botz. The cut and thrust of Israeli politics was interesting enough but what I really wanted were the latest CFL football scores. That day in Israel, the sports pages consisted of third-rate soccer teams fr...
Finally, I was returning to Israel after five years. I never forgot Tamar Ya'akov, the soldier I had met on a chance encounter one night in Tel Aviv. I may have been with Tamar only a few days but the were enough for me to fall in love with her. Then, a chance meeting with her boyfriend's cousin resulted in my leaving Israel under a cloud of suspicion and in...
Part 1/2 After careful tests, Chaim, a professor of physics at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, is now satisfied that his time machine is reliable enough for human use. He's pretty content with his life -- he has just made the most important discovery in history -- but he has a small regret: although he still loves his wife Bruriah as much as he did the...
My name is Lorena Elisabeth Rosenthal, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Tel Aviv in the State of Israel. My family moved to the Confederation of Canada about eleven years ago. I am twenty two years old and attend Carleton University, where I major in Criminal Law. I was raised Jewish, and for most of my l...
In Search of Tamar Ch. 6: Miriam cuts it short when Chris explores the African bush As the taxi driver wove his way through the morning traffic screaming assorted curses at the other drivers, I took the precious envelope that Miriam had entrusted to me out of my pocket. Tamar’s handwriting was neat and precise but I was never any good at reading Hebrew scri...