Rehovot and Jerusalem, Jerusalem and Rehovot

How well do you recall just moving
into a new suite of offices that your employer
called “too Arab” because of the pale
turquoise walls and green door trim?
Did his remark propel you back to the
green ironwork you had ordered for the
windows of your new apartment
ten years earlier? Every ten years,
you might conclude, there comes
a moment of great
embarrassment when viewed
through another’s eyes.
Not to trivialize, but the other
construction-related problem
that comes to mind from those days,
for both those decades,
has to do with the placement of
light switches. In the first, they were
placed outside the bedroom doors.
In the second, the master switch that
thrust you into total darkness
when you worked alone late
into the night
was located several steps
from the exit door.