And he didn’t even try to hide it. When he tossed soil onto Max’s coffin, I was afraid he would fall into the grave. I could see the tears stream down his cheeks, even though he clumsily tried to wipe them away. “Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha’olam,” Eli mumbled in Hebrew. It meant: Blesse...
It was five-thirty in the morning. I had slept poorly since my middle-of-the-night insight, and it took a minute before I was fully awake. To top of it all off, I had been dreaming about playing ping-pong with a beautiful female Israeli soldier whose shirt was unbuttoned to her navel. I had been ...