(The title of this post is an inside joke for vintage circus ninja fans, year 2010, location Jerusalem. It's a pretty skippable joke though. Read on.)
N has secured free lodging for both of us in an apartment leased by the aerial festival organizers, situated above the local hospital. This is the kitchen we share with one other teacher.
There's a Tesco down the street so I stock the cabinets and fridge. It's a
terrific setup with one catch: the other teacher, far more observant than either of us, discovers that the fridge isn't working. It's Saturday night and no one will be in to fix it until Monday. We stand before it, unpacking and gravely weighing our options.
"The veggies don't need to be refrigerated," I offer, "and neither do eggs, believe it or not. It's the cheese that may not make it through the night."
N pauses, then can't help herself. "Right," she says somberly. "We shall have to hold a prayer vigil. For the cheese. It may not make it through the night."
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