I won't talk about 'Tsingo' in detail because we've already met in one of the stories. We've already seen what happens when the two authorities in 'Palvera' (scabbard) meet. Tsingo didn't give up after the big intervention and tried at every opportunity to climb over his teacher and fight over the 'blunder' I called Palvera.
How one can speak fluent Shakespearean English with a vocabulary of only seven words, we'll see right away. I tend to exaggerate, by nature, so let's settle for nine or ten words. Also, what happens when the two biggest chatterboxes in the city of Haifa meet.
In the afternoon, Avivi brings the two together and instead of getting into the usual argument between them, they decide to look for a pretty girl or two for the upcoming Friday party. The ranks need to be refreshed. A girl who doesn't excel at dancing, isn't particularly pretty, doesn't have a boyfriend among the big guns in society, and also doesn't allow her private parts to be groped, belongs in a different society. I am ashamed and embarrassed, but these rules were our oral Torah, passed down through the generations in the Diaspora and no one wants to know who wrote them down, but these were the rules and I have no shelter behind which I can hide. "I spoke the truth."
The girls knew the rules and accepted the screening with relative understanding. These are the laws of the jungle of nature. Who set them? Us! Maybe we will finally admit the wrongs we did to some of the lovely girls of Greater Haifa. By the way, the rules have since been reversed and feminists have nothing to complain about us.
It's hard to believe seeing the two rival friends walking together shoulder to shoulder and hunting for prey. Like two hungry cilia looking for some skirt with a developed top and a rather fancy brain box. There is a requirement regarding the light color of the hair coming off the box, but this is not enshrined in law and allows for flexibility.
As they were hunting for prey, Krasnati noticed a group of skirts approaching with noise and commotion. The eager pair crossed the road to greet them and as they crossed, one of them appointed his friend as a representative of the reception committee for the upcoming Friday party. A few more steps and the two, to their credit, are standing in front of eight girls who speak only English. To avoid any doubt, the story is not based on the famous book Eight Following One, written with great talent by Yemima Avidar-Tchernowitz.
The imagination began to work overtime and with a supreme effort, English words began to emerge in the accent of a mute Tatar peasant on a collective farm in Siberia. Everyone understood everyone else and discussed the details of the deal.
An American passenger ship is docked in the Haifa port and all eight of them are cabin girls who work on the ship and have gone on a beach vacation. Tomorrow, Friday, there will be a hot dance party at Aharon Shemesh's and they will be happy to come. A surprise choreographic test was held on the sidewalk. The first question was about singing ability and familiarity with the world of music. After the maidens of grace's victorious proof of their acquaintance with rock and roll singers Little Richard, Bill Haley and King Elvis, the decisive question came, which is a basic demonstration of the dance steps that will allow entry into the holy hall of our dance with a basic understanding. Three virtuoso steps by Miltrid sealed their fate for grace and the process of inviting them to the event was sealed.
Miltrid was the most beautiful of them all and served as the spokesperson and was also the 'flabbergast' among all eight. No wonder my curiosity stuck with her and she showed signs of joy at being protected in a foreign land by someone who was considered an expert protector with experience who had already protected many from evil.
The meeting was set for 21:00 PM near the Armon Cinema on HaNevi'im Street. At the appointed time, the two arrived and found all eight of them waiting with great joy. My little one was rubbing shoulders with Miltrid and vice versa. Words of joy and blessing were exchanged and the group set off.
Who can imagine what happened when the door to Aaron's house opened and Karsneti and Zingo entered with eight English-speaking cabin girls and Miltrid at their head. Hustle, introductions, kisses, someone takes advantage of the dim lighting and reaches out to a sacred place. The owner of the place is pleased with the invasion and wants more. They lock themselves in the bathroom and leave after a meaningful introduction. I'm not going to write names and give away which of the friends might run for president of the country and the story will emerge from the darkness.
Before she became a sun, Hanna Salomon told Karsanti to clean the lipstick stain from his neck. Since the Beit Hashoeva celebrations, there haven't been such dances. Simcha, Sasson, Gila and Ditza joined together to turn the evening into a celebration of the end of the world. During the slow dances, the lights were turned off and the dancers clung to their partners. Some were mumbling the lyrics and some were busy feeling what they had in their hands. The neighbors were knocking on the door, coming to complain that the breathing was disturbing their sleep.
"You sound like the flying dragon during the weekly fire escape" and even better, we'll dance to rock 'n' roll.
As with all good things, the end seeps into consciousness. The feet are no longer audible and the next day a full day at the beach awaits. We say goodbye with all our farewell rules and after about half a night's sleep, we all meet at the Carmel Beach to hang out among the waves. Without a yacht, without pink champagne and without Cuban cigars, but the joy has skyrocketed and we continue the celebrations of last night. We must make the most of every minute, those who don't know, let them know! Because the end of the world is coming.
The original photo was censored by a Navy admiral, hence the blurring. The enemy is listening.
