Label: Trikont - TRIKONT US-0354 • Format: CD Compilation Digipak • Country: Europe • Genre: Jazz, Blues, Pop, Folk, World, & Country • Style: Klezmer
Lost your password? Please enter your username or email address. You will receive a link to create a new password via email. I look inside. Humans swim around like fish…. Here, the dead live! The creases are just nests of longing. Alas, they remain on the pane of the aquarium. It was just a summer job, Leah kept reminding herself during that summer of It was only a summer job.
Her job was to run the dry-goods store. It was pretty easy. All she had to do was sit behind the counter of her store and wait for someone to come in and buy a tallis. Or, theoretically, a bag of flour, though that had never happened. What bothered her was that the musical overture to Fiddler on Libalayera Entrance - Hakkah - Libalayera Entrance (File, Album) Roof was piped through her shop on a Klezmer Ivanych - Various - Shtetl Superstars - Funky Jewish Sounds From Around The World loop.
What bothered her was that there was an actual fiddler sitting on the roof of the house across from her shop. What bothered her was that there were rides.
Something else that bothered her was that every day at exactly p. Most of the staff loved the pogrom—particularly Mendele the book peddler, in reality a sixth-year senior at U-Mass Amherst named Benjamin Opposti - Collezionisti di Emozioni - Metamorfosi who at each day would abandon his cart full of books, slip off to the backstage area behind the World of Our Fathers ride, change out of his black hat and knickers and Klezmer Ivanych - Various - Shtetl Superstars - Funky Jewish Sounds From Around The World an embroidered Cossack blouse, and come charging out from behind the ride to smash the windows of her shop with an ax, to the shock and delight of visitors in their Farshtoonkineh Zaideh T-shirts.
After a while it began to get old. But the main thing that bothered her about the job was Mendele himself. Lately he had started waiting for her behind her shop during her afternoon break.
Except for the daily wedding—which was at least a good way to stretch her legs with a few rounds of horas after sitting behind the counter all day long—her break was her only time out of the shop during working hours. For lunch, one of her six daughters she tried to get their names right, not that any of the visitors noticed would come by with a bialy Emotional - Falco - Emotional two or, on a particularly bad day, a bowl of kasha.
The portions were small, cheap. And then he would flick the phone closed, slip it back into his tallis bag, and pull out a cigarette. She was embarrassed by how smarmy she sounded. He was attractive, she had to admit, under his beard. He was developing a beard tan, his nose and cheekbones ruddy from the distinctly un-Polish summer sun.
Had he been on the phone with a girlfriend, or his mother? He let out a groan. In air-conditioning. Check it out when I come to the store today. He pulled one of his tefillin out of his pocket and unfurled a strand of it, letting it tumble out of its coil until he snapped it back into his hand like a yo-yo, just clearing the ground.
The rebbetsin was beautiful, Leah remembered, a bombshell from Hampshire who even managed to look hot in a headscarf. Wanna come? He flipped the tefillin by its strap toward the wall, then snapped it back. He actually seemed interested, but Leah hated talking about her work to people outside her field.
He opened his eyes wide. Day and night! It made Leah nervous to watch it; at one point, she had seen a tourist actually break his leg trying. Finally he stood up.
She tried to decide how to respond—indignant and enraged? Or indifferent and bored? A century ago, he would have already been a father of four. Leah was 25, and she felt like his mother. She was about to answer when the beadle came by, rapping on the window at the front of her shop to summon people to afternoon prayers.
Mendele dropped his cigarette and started wrapping the tefillin strap around his arm, dusting ashes off his Klezmer Ivanych - Various - Shtetl Superstars - Funky Jewish Sounds From Around The World. She went back Klezmer Ivanych - Various - Shtetl Superstars - Funky Jewish Sounds From Around The World the air-conditioned shop, where someone was already waiting at the door, wanting to know the price of a T-shirt.
She would check outside to see whether he was there and venture out when the woods seemed Vluchten Kan Niet Meer - Various - De 100 Mooiste Nederlandstalige Liedjes, only to see him pop out from behind a tree, clapping his cell phone shut.
He was one of those parasitic types who need to be with others in order to believe in their own existence. People avoided him, Leah had noticed, particularly the women; Leah had overheard the matchmaker complaining about him at the wedding, and the rebbetsin had blown him off. He was her special curse, it seemed. Her bashert. You really do this all year long?
I wear jeans. I have hair. A shtetl townie. Leah looked at his squinting eyes, wondering if telling him anything was a waste of breath. Stupid, right? But when I started learning it, I just felt like I discovered an entire world that no one knows about at all. She was surprised by how pleased she was to see that he cared. Mendele nodded. Then he took off his hat and wiped his dripping forehead. Better than Starbucks. She sighed. His tallis bag shuddered, and he fumbled to open it, grabbing his vibrating cell phone.
Leah tried not to laugh. He dropped the phone back in the bag, then continued smoking. He was cute, she thought. Did it matter that he was a moron? It was just a summer job. Mendele laughed. Mendele smirked at his cigarette. Some still exist. There are even new ones, mostly for Hasidim. But the book peddler had lost interest.
Leah felt her face turning red. Why was she embarrassed in front of this idiot? Just then the beadle came by and shouted the time for prayers. Grumbling, Mendele started pushing his cart back around the corner. The weekend before the Fourth of July was busy at the dry-goods store, and unbearably hot, which gave Leah a chance to avoid Mendele. Other than that, she had barely seen him, except during the pogrom. Lately his pogrom antics had evolved. She had screamed, following protocol. But he had really touched her breast.
In fact, she had begun to look forward to the next pogrom. But the Iggy Azalea - Bounce time Mendele approached her was at the wedding. She was standing off to the side, escaping with a piece of herring to the ambiguous area beyond the makeshift fence dividing men and women, where no one would pull her into a hora.
The bride was flying high in a chair, throwing cloth napkins at the man who was being lifted up on the chair on the opposite side of the fence. In real life, Leah had heard, the bride was a radical feminist at Smith, majoring in performance art.
Mendele had beat his way through the dancing yeshiva students to track Leah down. But there was something amusing about him, something innocent in his lack of self-awareness. She smiled. They watched from a distance as the rebbe and the melamed performed a carefully choreographed dance with wine bottles balanced on their yarmulkes. It was considerably less impressive when you knew about the Velcro.
Mendele tilted his head toward Leah. Leah sucked in her breath. It also had the benefit of being a place to sit, in air-conditioning.
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