I have to admit I really, really love gifts. Especially when they come by mail. There is something magical about the mailed packages. Even if I know what is there. Today I got just such a wonderful surprise. Last week on Tuesday I have met an Internet friend, Wendy, from Israel. She is visiting her family here and was coming to New York for a day. We agreed to meet at Barns & Noble in Manhattan. Of course, I forgot to ask her how she looked. All I knew was her name, approximate age and that she had an English accent. This is not much to go on. I want to tell you right now, that this story does have a happy ending. We met. But before that we missed each other and I had an opportunity to conduct an informal survey amongst women, who seemed to met the criteria, as they entered the store. Looking back at it, this was hilarious. A new yorker’s reaction upon being asked – “Excuse me, are you Wendy?”, “Are you sure you are not her?”, varies from making eye contact with the nearest security guard, to saying “No spika English…”
Finally I begged the manager to page my friend. We met and spend a few wonderful hours together. Thank you, Wendy. Today the mailman brought me a present, a book of poetry by Wendy. I love it. It is sweet and bitter, like Israel itself.