Every so often I get a phone call from a young woman I met in the street and who helped me to find my way when I first arrived here.
She comes round, ostensibly to try and improve her English, but actually to talk to me about life and the universe.
After forty minutes of this, she then tends to bring out a book (today it was poetry) and asks me to improve her accent.
'Will it get me a better job, if I know English?'
But then, when I try to explain the word
she retorts that she hasn't got time for meanings, just for pronunciation.
For me that's Israeli life in a nut-shell.