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.
