My computer, today, is still at Tel Aviv police headquarters where it stayed after my two-hour interrogation last week. I am not given, I believe, to conspiracy thinking but the thought crossed my mind, comically rather, whether I’d ever written anything unkind about my neighbor or his family.
This morning, when I brought my girl to school, the neighbour on our left just came out of his house. We greeted each other. I have known for years that he
does something vague “in computers” and has lived abroad, doing something