The Story of a Photo. Story Two: My Working Corner at haNașì` haRi`šòn: the 14th of September, 2016


Between the 1st of May, 2016 and the 30th of March, 2018 = the `Ãhavà Mišpaĥtìth & Urbānik, the Pre-Czech, and the Early Czech eras - I had lived at the third floor of 29A haNașì` haRi`šòn ("The First President") street, apartment # 6, at Northern Reĥovoth, right next to weizmann institute. It was an excellent place, a nice building, with mostly nice neighbours, and a very good Home.

And, at the living room's balcony, I had placed two tables next to one another, and right next to a few high Book-shelves, and placed my computer on one. The table with the mirror on it was left there (along with lots of other Great stuff!) from the previous tenants, while the other - the one used for my computer - I had found one day in June that year on the street, and a very nice guy had volunteered to help me bring it Home.

Various Books I had and Loved you all can see there, as well as my old photo albums, however the chief stars here are, of course, the packages of "Tortìth" waffles (in brown and green, on the mirror table, next to the landline phone).

Back on the 1980's, Tortìth (which had first been created back on 1975) had been an especially popular snack; and so, eating it, while listening to various Eighties hits, has enabled the beLoved characters of "Ãhavà Mišpaĥtìth" = Hebrew: "Family Love" - to talk to me, to my Heart, thus enabling me to write them...♥️♥️♥️♥️

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