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Luck be a lady tonight

6 May

Last night Eitan and I went to Jerusalem to meet with someone I consider a sister. Actually, she is the sister of the brother from a different mother.

Both of us needed an ATM for cash. I had NIS7 on me and he had about NIS3 and that would not get us to Jerusalem.

So off we went to the closest ATM but there was no money in it. Then we tried another ATM and again no luck. Then we went back to the first ATM and tried taking out the smallest amount possible and guess what, nada. The machine was sucked dry. So we decided to walk t0 Dizengoff Center and (fingers crossed)  withdraw cash. We passed by another ATM and cash machine at AM:PM and both of them were void of cash.

Eitan then suggests the “Tal Muscal” method. Which is.. you take your chances with the lottery. At this point, what else is there to lose and its the closest “cash machine” around. So we walked up to the lottery stand and asked for the NIS5 scratch’n’play. Remember, this is now half of the money we have on us.  The nice older lady hands Eitan the ticket and he starts to scratch. And 3 doves appear under the scratched out part.


We won NIS100 (a profit of NIS95) and were merrily on our way to Jerusalem. No more ATM hunting in TLV

(PS – We had no problem finding a working ATM in Jerusalem)


Cawfee and Moving Day

6 Oct

This past Thursday I moved from Jerusalem, where I have lived for the past four years and moved to Tel Aviv.

Four years in Jerusalem is the longest span of time I spent in once city as an adult. This move felt like I was moving away from Home, again. Yet it was a move I wanted, no needed, to do for a long time.

Three years ago was the last time I moved apartments. It was my third apt in a year and a half and I made it into home. I had two very different and very wonderful roommates in that old apartment on Yehoshua Ben Nun.

It took me over a year to feel like that apartment was “my home” and not just where I lived. I feel very strongly about living somewhere that “feels like home”. It is not like I can just drive over to my parent’s house and wrap myself in that familiar coziness.

My new apartment with Stephanie felt like home in less than 24 hours of living here.

Lets go back to the day of moving….

I had arranged for the movers to come on Thursday around 9:30am (they were coming from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem) and I woke up at 7:30am after being up till 3 the night before packing. I had packed 4 boxes before Rosh Hashana and I had the rest of my apartment to pack. In the end I had packed 12 boxes, 6 suitcases, 2 duffel bags and two laptop bags.

Anywhoo- I needed to go get cash out of the ATM to pay the movers and I figured I’d have a problem with my account. Partly due to the fact that pre-Rosh Hashana my bank’s computer system crashed (hopefully not connected to the market mess out there) while waiting to transfer my $$ into Sheklaim. I have this wonderful bank teller in my bank who took my details and said she’d take care of the transfer once the computers were back up and running and low and behold two days later the $$ was shekalim and in my account.

So with my early morning errand completed I had time to grab a cup of cawfee at Aroma. I took it to go and hopped on a bus back to Yehoshua Ben Nun. Arrived in my soon to be empty apartment and sat down on my couch to think about this move. But of course me being a klutz I managed to spill my cawfee on the floor. Not on the boxes or suitcases but the little 1×1 foot of space without boxes.

Now three years ago on my moving day I spilled cawfee on myself but it was much worse. I made hot turkish cawfee for my 5 movers (yeah 5) and as I came downstairs to hand it to them on that chilly morning I slipped (here comes my klutziness), smacked my back on the stairs hard and spilled the boiling hot cawfee on myself. Yeah I have a scar from that move.

So it looks like every time I move I am bound to spill cawfee… As long as I know this I can make sure not to bang my back, burn myself or spill on my packed boxes/suitcases.

Stay tuned for Part Two: The moving truck filled with my stuff and the fire in the truck….

ps- the movers were incredible and ridiculously cheap. Victor’s movers: 052.220.2248