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Yossi Shemesh was an artist. He was the happiest man in the world when he worked on his creations. And his creations were the most grateful ones in the world. Yossi was capable of making up a new life, paint a new destiny and conjure up a new happiness. “Shemesh” means “sun”. And no one even called him by his first name, everybody just referred to him as “Shemesh sheli”, “my sun”... Yossi Shemesh was a women hairstylist. He was a master, a creator, a maestro. Women were fighting to get to Yossi, it was a great joy and an...

All the Cinderella stories resemble each other. But each Cinderella is different and deserves a different prince. And then again, some Cinderellas don’t need a prince at all, on the contrary – a prince is just getting in their way. A Cinderella of this particular type was sitting on a bench on Rothschild Avenue in Tel-Aviv. She was angry. Anger made her rock her foot so hard that her crystal shoe eventually dropped down and cracked. Cinderella swore under her breath, kicked off the second shoe and lay down on the bench with her legs propped up on the back....

Life is a casino, Tomer preached munching on potato chips. It favors those who know how to play the game and aren’t afraid of anything. Like me, for example... Go to hell, Hodaya thought helplessly, crawling under the counter with a rag, trying not to bang her head. Stupid show-off with his casino. I might be scrubbing your dirty flours today, but tomorrow you may be cleaning my swimming pool, and I will lie in a sun lounger and say all sorts of bullshit. She giggled, and of course, hit her head right away. And I will make you clean...

She has lived a long, happy life. And during her long life she was never happy, not even for a minute. Everybody was jealous of her, and she didn’t care for their jealousy – well-deserved one, indeed – but was there any joy in her life? No, she has never experienced any joy, fierce or quiet, for whatever reason, never laughed her head off, never felt those butterflies in her stomach, and never jumped up and down clapping her hands while receiving a gift. She never woke up with a sleepy smile on her lips, stretching thoroughly and thinking that...

Once upon a time in a tiny kingdom there was a little girl. She didn’t have a mom, just a dad who loved her madly. Her dad sported a big black beard and the girl used to pull it when she was really young. And as she grew up she realized that the beard was her dad’s pride and joy. And then she stopped pulling it. This beard was really comfortable to sleep on when daddy carried her home in his arms, and to cry into when she was sad or hurt. Daddy’s beard was a safe haven from all...

My love for you has reached perfection, And – how gorgeous you are, my mistress! How the words fill up my heart! Omar Khayyam Natty loved the moon. He loved a night in the desert, when the impossible, incomprehensible by human mind beauty of the sky and billions of stars takes your breath away. Light on the sand, strange light, not meant for people – for the moon elves maybe, or for the spirits of desert. The moon in the mountains – so close and clear in the crisp crystal air. But most of all he loved moonlight on the...

Marc never cried. Even when he really felt like it and his eyes welled up all by themselves from the hurt and injustice, because the world is full of hurt and injustice when you are six. But Marc used to throw back his head, purse his lips and blink really fast in order to dry up the treacherous tears. He can’t cry – he knew that for a fact. Men don’t cry, that’s what his dad said. And his das was his deity. He was the strongest, the bravest and simply the best. And he has left Marc all alone....

If you think that Moshe drinks, you are terribly, hopelessly wrong. He doesn’t drink, he has never drunk and he has no intentions to start. And a tiny little glass of cognac after lunch – that’s not drinking, is it? It’s not even a whiff, it’s just peering in and winking once. And a tiny Glenfiddich bottle in Sarona, sitting on a bench – I wish everybody were drinking like Moshe! – Those two little sips just slid down his throat and disappeared, leaving a warm greeting on his tongue. Oh, now you are recalling that little vodka shot last...