I neatly packed all the suitcases late last night. This morning, getting the girls ready for their last day of camp....bathing suit crisis. Resolution: UNPACK... Oy. The room looks like a tornado. Time to repack.
But first,
On the way back from dropping off the girls, I stopped at the Super Pharm. The guard at the door looked at me, dressed in blue shorts, a short-sleeve light blue colored shirt, sunglasses, and a real dorky white ARZA TOURS baseball cap.
He stopped me from entering and said, "Dagan?" I replied in Hebrew, Mah? (what?). He said, "Dagan?" The only word I know in Hebrew close to Dagan is Dagana, the first kibbutz located in the Galilee. I didn't think he was asking me if I was from Kibbutz Dagana.
So, I told him "Ani lo Meveen" (I don't understand). He replied,
Da gan? Da gan? Boom. Boom?
At that moment, I realized the appropriate translation: "The gun. The gun. Boom. Boom."
I smiled, assuring him "No gun. No boom boom."
He smiled and let me in the door.
Gotta love Israel.
Off to pack... (again)...
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