Bed talk

An excerpt of the novel SUMMER TEMPEST.

Bed talk

Summer Tempest

An excerpt

I'm not the man I used to be… He thought disappointed by his aging body that betrays him, while Erella was resting on his chest with closed eyes, her heart's beats mingled with his own heart beats.

I've got to go it's getting late… Yoske thought watching his wrist watch. He was sure that Erella has fallen asleep, but she opened her eyes moved her body slightly backwards and leaning on her elbow she looked at him.

'As we've already mentioned the security state, tell me Yoske do you believe in the peace agreement?'

'No and I haven't believed in that dumb idea from the very beginning, and you?'

'I don't believe in it too, but what's the reason why you didn't believe in it from its beginning and against the consensus? Erella asked him smiling.

'What's the reason that makes you doubt it?' He wondered ignoring her question.

'Don’t answer me with a question but if you insist I'll say this, although I don't know exactly why, it's that feeling you know; I've never trusted them, never.' She added vehemently. 'I remember the days when you used to take us to the avenue of the wild fig trees, near today's Culture Palace at the edge of the Rothschild Boulevard, and we used to watch their camel caravans; or when you took us as part of  a group activity to their miserable villages in Soumail, in today's Iben Gvirol Street, and their kids used to run after us and chant "Palestina biladana kul Yahood calbana" (Palestine is ours all the Jews are our dogs) to spite us, do you remember those times? I remember the violent events and the war of independence, but how about you, why you don't believe in that peace agreement, why?' She added with a note of naivety that surprised him,  

'Because there's no possible way to satisfy them, and that's a one and short answer. I can write a book on the reasons why we'll never satisfy them, unless they'll defeat us as they keep dreaming; or on their lost honor that is more important to them than life itself; on their disgraceful defeat in the war that they have forced upon us.' He was heated up and made a short pause, but went on: 'They'll never forgive us and they'll keep blaming us for their own shortcomings, and these facts haven't influenced our statesmen thoughts it seems. Okay let's drop that frustrating issue, how long are you going to stay?'

'I haven't decided yet, I've talked with Mike right after I've heard about the car bomb attack he asked me to take the first flight back…' 

Yoske coughed slightly with embarrassment. Must she remind me his existence? Must she extend the gap between us, to emphasize her elated state?  

'What's the matter with you can't you adapt yourself to reality?' Erella asked him with a teasing smile. 'I wouldn't mind if you'll tell me what you did with Nehama last night or with someone else, if there's someone else… Never mind tomorrow morning you're with me, from eight am on! Here take this magnetic card I've got an additional one.'

'You're very practical I've learned rather painfully to know this side of your character.' Yoske remarked unable to hide his hurt feelings.

'With all the sorrow with which I'd to give you up in our past, I did the right thing after all; but there's no need to refer to our past, what for?'

'Well you're right, but tell me how did you get my mobile number, won't it complicate our affair?'

'Not at all,' Erella answered him decisively. 'A private eye provided me your mobile number. It took him five minutes or less. He asked what's your occupation, called you pastry shop introducing himself as a representative of some company that can offer you some services, I don't know the exact details, but as you were not there at that time he asked your mobile number �" as simple as all that.'

 © Haim Kadman 2007 �" all rights reserved.

This novel includes 206 pages and 124,212 words.

Summer Tempest �" Synopsis
The plot of this novel relates the era of the late 90s up to the beginning of the current century. The two protagonists are Yoske (Joseph) Solan and Erella Zingman Abrahams, both of them and their relatives and friends represent the generation that was born at about the time of the State of Israel war of Independence, during the late 40s and up to the beginning of the 50s of the previous century. Here is a short excerpt of this novel:

'It happened as a matter of fact at the same evening that you dated Amnon, or more accurately it started at my Saturday furlough. I'd called you on Friday and you said that you're going with your parents to some family gathering, do you remember? A couple of weeks earlier we started to date, we spent a certain Saturday together on the beach, this very beach behind the hotel's walls…' 'Oh yes, you're right Yoske I do remember,' she admitted laughing. 'Come on Yoske it was ages ago. You didn't think that I would get hurt by reminding it to me, it was simply unpleasant to you to talk about your failure. It hurts you doesn't it?'  'Sure it hurts me,' Yoske admitted. It was a terrible humiliation to bear because I was looking for you and I passed near your parents' house on that evening; not because I didn't believe you, but because we'd a very rough period of training during those couple of weeks before that furlough, and I dreamed on the moment that I'll come and see you again. That's what kept me going during those couple of weeks. Well I passed near your house because I didn't have anything else to do, and I saw Amnon sitting in his father's Studebaker and blowing the horn. Hardly a moment passed and you came down dressed as if you were going to a party, you can imagine very well how I felt when I saw you…

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