This is the front of our apartment building. Like the rest of the city, it’s been overcome by fall.
–Gal
Entries from October 2008
October 31, 2008
Fall
October 20, 2008
Not the Class Genius
For those of you who have been keeping up with Kevin and Michal’s blog, you might recall that Kevin was the class genius. That is to say that when he signed up for Hebrew classes in Tel Aviv, he was the most advanced student in the class. I, however, do not seem to have this [...]
October 20, 2008
Perfect Places to Hit the Hay in Germany
I made Gal sleep in hay. Read about it here.
—Debbie
October 12, 2008
They That Were Lost
For those interested in our output over here, this is a piece I wrote that ran today in The New York Times Book Review.
–Gal
October 10, 2008
His Girl (selling soup on) Friday
I might have hit a new low this Yom Kippur. Gal and I attended services at the only egalitarian synagogue in Berlin (read: we can sit together). The services were actually nice after I got over the shock of atoning in German. It was after services when a man who looked like Balfour Brickner approached [...]
October 8, 2008
Georgians
We live a few blocks from a great second-hand English bookstore. Every Tuesday night, Saint George’s Bookshop, plays a selection of movies. They choose a theme and then send out an essay explaining that night’s choice, something that appeals very much to Gal’s sensibilities and less to mine. During my first week here alone [...]
October 5, 2008
Sunday Morning
A little something to counteract the recent potty post. Here’s what we managed to scavenge on a windy Sunday morning in our neighborhood. Most everything is closed but you can always find some milk, yogurt, bread and coffee…oh, and (naturlich!) a newspaper.
–Gal
October 2, 2008
The German Toilet
There’s not too much culture shock to be had moving from the states to Europe. More often than not, we notice the way things are better here. The German toilet, however, is most certainly not an improvement. And I just needed to say it out loud. To spare myself the indignity of describing it, I’ll [...]



