from JJ:
9th January 2009 04:30 pm -
And before yesterday, I sit quietly at home, read about Israel, ride on a chair. And to the children who are asking to bow, I do not open the door. Sweets and money because they don’t. And here suddenly! There are seven persistent knocks at the door and some sixteen persistent knocks. A familiar voice behind the door:
"Julia, fuck you, we roll on the ball, open the bastard, you are at home, we both see your phones on the plateau.