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The news of Johnny Weissmuller's death was broadcast in the military jeep
on the way to Beit-Lid. The head that was turned to the jungles found the orchards of the Sharon. In January '84 even an orchard is an attraction, even a sprinkler or a pitchfork. Nothing to be done, the land of Israel doesn't live here anymore. From the fisted heart of rabbi Yehudah Halevy remains the body and in a basement in a street bearing his name I can tell a girl: You turn me on. And she: If you're turned on let me see your engine. What a great world where death leaps from branch to branch and wintry birds hide in the horizon as if in women's lingerie. translated, from the Hebrew, by Tsipi Keller
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