The fish rose up to snatch a scrap of bread, thrown in by my brother, and then they were gone, leaving behind nothing but a few vanishing ripples.

At the end of the day, we melted down the metal and sold it by weight, we traded in spare parts, and fixed disused furniture and appliances. These essential cookies are placed as soon as you access the site because they are required for navigation. Not only did he ruin my chances with Moriah, who probably thought we were freaks, but he had to keep playing Aba’s voice, over and over again. Friedlander's collection of stories all take place in Israel and vividly capture the essence of the setting, providing a refreshing and immediate experience for readers.It was the only wise decision during the last 48 hours, maybe during my entire life of continuing my trail free of liquor or perfume. Around us, children in costumes shrieked by, and for once, Shoni did not look out of place in his panda mask. Notwithstanding their great physical attributes, the melons were lousy being probably picked before ripe time. He was awarded first place in The Baltimore Review Winter Contest and the Shmuel Traum Literary Translation Prize.

Shoni asked if we were also trapped in a glass container, a huge one, like the figures in the exhibit, and that we didn’t even know it. I was glad that we were sharing this moment in the darkness, although I would have preferred to be alone with Moriah. It was eye-opening to read about the bedouin dwellings, olive groves and checkpoints, I could visualise them clearly from his talented descriptions. He joined a unit of ghosts, of spectral figures, boys who were only a year or two older than him at school, all gone. My favourites were the first five stories, in particular 'Alte Sachen' and the title story 'The Man Who Sold Air in the Holy Land'.Alte Sachen is a collaboration between the video artist Itamar Inbar and the photographer Ayala Gazit.