Tuesday, 15 January 2008

A sabra


Today they called from the Jewish Agency saying they absolutely wanted me to meet someone from the jobcenter. It wasn't planned at all .

Arriving in front of the security:

-Hello, Who are you?!

I told him my name and he looked even more serious pointing at the clock asking why I was late.

-You were supposed to be here at 5 o'clock, you're 20 minutes late, why? We're closing in 45 minutes, you will not have enough time now!!

I explained I had been working until half past four and that the metro was really slow today.

-I want to see your passport!

- I'm really sorry but I don't walk around with my passport and since the meeting wasn't planned...

Now he looked almost angry telling me the rules of getting in.

Finally I asked him to call one of the girls I know.

-HOW do you now her?

- She's my hebrew teacher...

A little light in his eyes but still no smile.

When miss Y arrived he asked her who I was and how we knew eachother, satsified with her answers he turned to me with a warm smile...

- So you're making Aliyah this summer? That's marvellous! behat slaha! it means good luck in hebrew, do you speak a little hebrew already? What can you say?

A native Israeli is called a Sabra, from the word tzabar, the fruit on the picture. It's rough on the outside but inside it's sweet and smooth.

5 comments:

Lillie dAmour said...

He must have been a Sabra then.
Good trip and love too you all.
J

Saskia said...

Im so glad I found my way to your blog! Looking froward to read about your journy! I intend to make my way there soon too! :)

swedish chekchouka said...

welcom saskia!
it's a great adventure that I'm happy to share with you.

Nejma said...

Oh, I love that fruit! I guess it's popular all the way around the Mediterranean.

He must have been a true Sabra that man. So what happened, did you get to talk to the person you were supposed to? Did he have anything for you?

I think it's great that you are moving to Israel, although that means that we're probably not going to meet IRL.:-( But who knows, maybe I'll be able to go there one day. By then you'll speak fluent Hebrew and you can be my translator. *lol*

Stor kram, vännen!

swedish chekchouka said...

Nejma, welcome to my blog, you can always come to Israel and I can always come to Morocco, we are free people among idiots ( ;) )and can cross all borders!!
Big Hug, Stor kram
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