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.