Being alone and being together–Pesach in the time of Corona.
The door opens just enough that I can see a single eye examining me. For a second, I can’t breathe. There’s something familiar about it. But the feeling passes.
Below, about waist high, another eye blinks at me, then lurches back, as if a hand belonging to the eye above has just yanked it.
“Who are you?” a woman’s voice accuses me.
“Yinon. Your neighbor.”
The little boy squeals.
“You’re the old man? You live next door?”
I wince at the description but acknowledge the fact. “You’ve seen me. But I don’t go out a lot, so maybe not much.”
“What do you want?”
I point at the floor. “There’s a package for you. From SuperPharm. It’s been out here since yesterday. Tonight is the holiday, the Seder. I thought you’d want to know.”
The eye glances down and the voice softens, just a bit. “Oh, thanks.” Then: “Don’t get any closer.”… continue reading at The Times of Israel
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