Brings back memories. Once, my brother-in-law was bringing my daughter, who was doing her National Service at that time near Tel Aviv and who was not feeling well on that day, to meet me at my place of work in Ashkelon, for me to take her home to Gush Katif. I called him to ask their whereabouts so I could plan my steps. When he answered the phone I could barely hear him for all of the background noise. I shouted: "Where are you?" He answered: "Ikea!" That meant they were passing Rishon LeZion. I figured I had about 45 minutes. Then he shouted again over the noise: "Ikea!!!" I didn't understand why he repeated himself. I did understand his stress, though, because the only reason I could think of for him leaving the windows open on a very hot day was that his air-conditioning must be broken. I said: "OK. Got it. Thanks." He shouted again: "Ikea!...Ikea!...IKEA!" He must have rolled his window back up to make sure I understood and finally I did. He was not saying IKEA, he was saying: Hi Hikia, Hebrew for "She threw up." That's why he had his windows open. The air-conditioner was fine. The condition of the air was not. This whole thing took about ten minutes. Fearful of the volcano of laughter about to erupt from within, and aware of the unpleasantness my brother-in-law was experiencing, I asked again: "Where are you?" He answered, now laughing: "we are just passing Rishon. There, IKEA is off to the left." The moral of the story? I don't know. Maybe it is be thankful that you only have to dodge missiles. :) Be safe, Dave.
Brings back memories. Once, my brother-in-law was bringing my daughter, who was doing her National Service at that time near Tel Aviv and who was not feeling well on that day, to meet me at my place of work in Ashkelon, for me to take her home to Gush Katif. I called him to ask their whereabouts so I could plan my steps. When he answered the phone I could barely hear him for all of the background noise. I shouted: "Where are you?" He answered: "Ikea!" That meant they were passing Rishon LeZion. I figured I had about 45 minutes. Then he shouted again over the noise: "Ikea!!!" I didn't understand why he repeated himself. I did understand his stress, though, because the only reason I could think of for him leaving the windows open on a very hot day was that his air-conditioning must be broken. I said: "OK. Got it. Thanks." He shouted again: "Ikea!...Ikea!...IKEA!" He must have rolled his window back up to make sure I understood and finally I did. He was not saying IKEA, he was saying: Hi Hikia, Hebrew for "She threw up." That's why he had his windows open. The air-conditioner was fine. The condition of the air was not. This whole thing took about ten minutes. Fearful of the volcano of laughter about to erupt from within, and aware of the unpleasantness my brother-in-law was experiencing, I asked again: "Where are you?" He answered, now laughing: "we are just passing Rishon. There, IKEA is off to the left." The moral of the story? I don't know. Maybe it is be thankful that you only have to dodge missiles. :) Be safe, Dave.
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