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| With Philmon Haile in his South Tel Aviv kiosk |
I sought shelter from the flaming heat of rockets, missiles, summer heat waves, and vile speech by visiting my friend Philmon Haile in his South Tel Aviv kiosk (cigarettes, phone cards, popcorn kernels, costume jewelry, condoms, sugar, earbuds, shampoo). The compassionate, gentle, wise Eritrean asylum seeker and I typically shared updates and laughter.
Back at home while composing this post sirens wailed, sending me to cover till hearing the distant boom sounds of the Iron Dome antimissile system intercepting missiles. All clear, till ?
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