I had a meeting in the subterranean labyrinths of a hotel near the beach. It was very hot and I had to ask for a chair. A gentile African brought me a comfortable chaise longue while the people debated standing around. Soon they too asked for chairs. After emerging from the depths of Tel Aviv, I went to girl-watching on the beach. The typical Tel Aviv beach girl has long blond hair and a slim and fragile-looking body; of course, the perspective of this alte-pischer is not wolfish as it used to be. I counted three girls for each boy but the boys seemed more interested in other boys.
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