Wall
Published in Issue #33 Translated from Hebrew by Yaron RegevHebrew version edited by Chaim Pesach
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From a distance, they were a tall, handsome couple. The man was wearing an elegant business suit with the hem of the jacket protruding from under his open suede coat. She was trim and willowy. A long coat made of rain-resistant fabric covered her slim body from below her knees right up to her neck. Her black hair flowed down to her shoulders and her sharp features were partly concealed by a pair of large, black sunglasses, despite the fact that not a single sunbeam penetrated the heavy, leaden winter sky of Tel Aviv.
All the tall, skinny ones are whores, he thought, as he glided towards this couple in his noiseless taxi.
The irksome rain that had been falling incessantly for a week now had become a drizzle that was too thin even to wash clean the pavements in Ibn Gabirol Street. The young driver stopped his taxi beside the curb and gazed gloomily at the piles of filthy mud that seemed to be everywhere.
In the first few months, he had thought he would be just like Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver. I’m going to witness human filth at its finest, he had written as he waited at one of those slow-to-change traffic lights. He kept a small notebook in the glove compartment. And you can bet your ass I’m gonna use it. He’d cursed when the tip of his pencil broke from the pressure.
He had purchased the taxi with money inherited from a childless aunt who lived in Jerusalem. It was a smart move after he’d had to leave the apartment he shared with his sweetheart onDubnov Street, and he dropped out of film school right after that. The apartment had been hers, and...
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