Roi Tov: Syjon dzieli Ukrainę eng/pl
Zion Splits Ukraine
“Spasiva bolshoy,” “thank you very much,” the woman from Odessa had taught me to say. In Tel Aviv, that was almost trivial; denizens of the former Soviet Union almost match the number of Palestinians.
Being from Odessa, she would speak with us, mere Middle Easterners. Her friends from Moskva and Saint Petersburg (wasn’t it Stalingrad?) were too good to acknowledge our existence. Once I made the error of inviting a fellow student, heir to Communist aristocracy, to a plebeian hummus. “That’s swine food,” was the answer in a tone that even a proletarian plebeian could recognize as a purposeful insult. “Spasiva bolshoy, are you from Leningrad?” I answered to the now blushing beast.
