Fragments
My cheeks are puffy; my eyes are the eyes of over-fed goldfish.
Morocco
Mandarins in April
Houssem’s yellowing teeth flicker like the flame rising from the pyre of Saharan cypress.
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The blessing of the stork
Driving here helps me to forget. I know the route well, with its curves and canyons.
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A personal reflection on Jewish Morocco
The trip was a poignant poem to Morocco’s Jewish past. Sadly, there might not be so many people in future to recite it; who can remember the history first-hand. For now, there are Berbers, like Omar. He told me to go home and spread the news of this place and how for generations, Jews called it their land.
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Moroccan mellahs and armadillos
The significance of Hannukah was lost on me as a boy, even years later, when I watched Ross Geller dress up as an armadillo to impress upon his and Rachel’s son how important the festival is!
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Challenging one’s comfort zone
As my nephew and I can attest, watching Mr Bean’s Holiday for what felt like the seventeenth time, Mr Bean came through okay in the end! So can I.
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