My sister, her husband and six of her seven children are visiting my mother.
The second oldest daughter, who is 19 or 20 years old if I’m not mistaken, has a boyfriend in Jerusalem.
When I called my mother tonight she told me: “The girl talked to her boyfriend on the phone for more than twenty minutes and I have to pay for it. I have seen a picture of him. He is fat and very dark, I would say really Semitic.” To me she once said about my girlfriends: “You prefer the ugly ones, don’t you?” My mother’s talent for jest is infinite. That’s why I admire her.