Only in Israel: Intimacy

Only in Israel — instant friends, instant intimacy.

I go to the municipality to see about some tax payments. It is right next door to the boys’ school. The office closes at 12 noon. I need to pick up the boys from school at 12.45.

I arrive at the municipality at 11.25. I know it because they write down the hour of my arrival. After a long wait I am finally received by a clerk at 12 noon, just as they are closing the doors against any new arrivals.

After about ten minutes of sitting with a female clerk, the woman clerk sitting at the desk next to ours and who is attending to another woman, smiles to me and says – how is Rita? I remember her from her work in the schools… I remember when the twins were born… how old are they now?

So the ‘customer’ being attended by this clerk and who is sitting next to me, turns to me and says — I also have twins! One-year-olds. How old are yours? — And I myself am a twin, I have a twin sister…

Within a minute the four of us — the two clerks, my neighbor and me – are in a deep conversation about children; about twins; about identical and non-identical twins; about people confusing the two sisters; we show each other pictures of the children…

One of the clerks takes out her lunch. We begin to settle down. The doors are already closed, there is nobody waiting in line after us. In an hour or two, we’ll be arranging family meetings and shiduchim for our children.

But I need to go and pick up the boys from school…


About the Author
David Wolf writes about his experience of being a second-time husband and father. He has a daughter from his first marriage, and, with his second wife, has accrued three daughters, two sons-in-law, one grandchild and twin 8-year-old sons. He is a social worker in a mental health department and in private practice in Raanana.
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