CHAPTER 14
I get on the plane and pray to God to give me empty seats next to me, or at least someone thin and normal. The dreams of having some hottie next to me stopped coming, and the one in a million chance of that happening also made me stop dreaming about that. Usually if there is some hottie, she will somehow be two seats in front or behind you and she will sleep through the whole flight, and then in Israel you will see her faggot boyfriend waiting for her with a bouquet of flowers or something. Now I am only dreaming of someone thin and normal. Thin and normal. That's it. And that I won't see, in the radius around me, any baby or any creature under the age of four.
I walk along the line and on the way, I can see all the Israelis that suited up towards landing in Israel. Everyone p
