Sunday, March 17, 2013

The Levantine Rockowers

Of the Levant, they say:

With the Greeks, they are always right; with the Turks, you are always wrong; with the Israelis, you don't what you are talking about.

Ellen is a Greek; I am a Turk; Harry is the Israeli of the Rockower clan.

Ellen looked like a Greek, wrapped in a green and white tapestried scarf wrapped around her head and leaving just whisps of black her and her sea blue eyes out.

I am a Turk, or get confused as such.  Or perhaps a Mountain Turk, as the Kurds thought.

Harry knows where he is, even if he has never been there.

We communicate differently, but all are of the same Rockower geography.

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