PSHHHHHHHHHHH!
Thursday, January 5th, 2006
Banana-banana-banana-banana! Pshhhhhhhh
The first time I heard it, I was shocked. Upon mentioning that I had in fact just moved to Gush Etzion directly from America, the Israeli I was talking to made this bizarre noise that sounded like air going out of a punctured bicycle tire. I wasn’t sure whether the person I was conversing with had just suffered some sort of a nervous breakdown, or maybe this was a new form of communication that we hadn’t gotten to in ulpan yet.
