25 blows with a stick
I am giving 25 blows with a stick. It’s a performance, which Z. watches without understanding any of it.
For my part, what I understand is something like: from A to Z, where Z is the slash, the cut, the scar.
I am in Israel. The country has just gained independence. We wait for a long time in a hangar. Several trucks pass by.
There are two men in me. One is pro-Israel, the other anti-.
The anti- notices that it’s not all for the worst in Israel.