My 7-year-old bursts into my room with a friend.
We have to tell you something. Good news and bad news.
Wow wow, that's how I am. Where do you start when you have both?
They look at each other, laughing.
One of the best.
Come on, sit down. Would you like some tea? Here are some of my crackers.
Looking at each other.
One: Yes, yes, tea. I have to relax.
From what?
Listen, I'm in love.
in love?
"Yeah, that's right," says the other friend. He's in love. But I'm not sure about all the feelings he said, because I've had girlfriends too, even a few, and I don't feel those feelings at all."
The lover looks at him: But I feel like my heart is beating hard and like it's going out of place, and my legs are really shaking, and my stomach, it's something that I'm sure there are no words for, no one has been able to put words to yet, it's not stomach pain, it's a stomach that's pounding like the heart is pounding but with tremors. I'll tell you. It started during a break from dancing. I danced next to her and made these sounds like poking from my armpits, and she laughed, so I did a whole lot more.
He opens his huge black eyes at me. I'm in love with Fazit, I'm really in love, I'm sure of it. Where's my pussy?
There on the window you put it.
He goes, brings it. She's not clean, he says.
What is my fault? You probably didn't wash it properly. I don't wash after you, it's waiting for you just like you left it. Wow, wow, and all the ants too... Now I understand where the caravan that was waiting for me in the morning came from.
He's laughing. At me?
Of course you do, better run and wash up.
So don't give me your sea tea with the taste of flowers and soap, just plain brown, two sugars.
Two?
Yes, Pazit, it's a gigantic glass. Want one too? (Turns to the "not feeling" friend) And the other one: No. I never drink, have you forgotten?
Come on, drink, that's how I am. It's not boiling.
The little one sips and sips the tea I poured for him, and his hand is shaking. I hold it for him.
You're shaking, I say.
No, no, I'm in love. I'm also a little cold.
The tea has reached the bottom. With his little fingers he begins to scrape off the sugar and suck it.
You didn't mix well, that's how I am.
I like it to stay and I lick.
And the fingers, aren't they sticky?
I don't mind... Well, Pazit, I have to know what to do with these feelings. I told you, there's also bad news. When the dance was over, she ran to class and she's actually a teacher (from first grade) and I won't see her again. And now I think about her all the time, it fills my head like this. I'm really confused.
Why did you come to tell me?
Those black, huge eyes on me. Because you're good (he pulls the good one) Yes, you've found good, and there are you and two other good friends to whom I also tell.
The friend looks at him. Are there still two?
No, no, you and one other person. You're also a really good friend. You were also there when it happened.
The friend nods in agreement.
silence.
She is beautiful, Pazit, she is beautiful.
He gets up and walks around the room.
Her hair is brown like yours, but her eyes are brown too, and I make her laugh and now I'm so full of emotions. (He demonstrates with shaking hand movements on both sides of his body).
Do you need advice from me?
I don't know.
What would you like?
That she will be my friend… Maybe, I don't know. Maybe during breaks I'll follow her around a bit and then I'll decide.
The friend, who doesn't feel that way at all, stands up: Pazit, did you get married?
Yes.
So there you go, you know when you get married there are problems. At first if you're friends, or not together that much, then that's fine. But after that (he puts his hand on his chest) everyone can let out all their anger.
The one in love looks at him. But with me it won't be like that, I know, I'm sure. I want to be in love, but it's hard for my body like this. Understand?
Yes, I think, I understand.
The one who doesn't feel is addressing him: You can have a lot of friends and you don't have to feel that way.
I realize our time together is running out.
Kids, I don't know what to say, except that if you feel it, then yes, feel it.
"Isn't there a word for this feeling?" he says. "It's a feeling a thousand times greater than words."