Tel Aviv - A Different Land Than You'd Think

For years we had a regular arrangement for a telephonic deer with our family in Tel Aviv. We used to phone them every three or four months, even though we didn't have a phone and either did they. As early as the Sunday before, my father would say to my mother, Fanya, you haven't forgotten that this is the week that we're phoning Tel Aviv, right? On Monday, my mother would say, Ah, yeah, don't be late home the day after tomorrow. Don't mess things up. And on Tuesday, they would both say to me, Amos, just don't surprise us. It was a solemn undertaking. I don't remember whether