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#Have a nice life time of land driver#
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Her thoughts were no more than flashes of emotion. She had been dismissed, relegated to observer status, a gawking witness. Since seeing Ofer this morning with the phone in his hand and the guilty look on his face, someone had come along and gently but firmly taken the management of her own affairs out of her hands.

#Have a nice life time of land full#

вЂњUs Arabs,вЂќ he would laugh, revealing a mouth full of huge teeth, вЂњever since the partition plan weвЂ™re used to you dividing us up.вЂќ The memory of his joke makes her cringe with the shame of what has happened today, of having somehow, in the general commotion, completely erased that part of him, his Arabness. Sami was an explicit clause in their separation agreement, and he himself said he was divvied up between them like the furniture and the rugs and the silverware. She hadnвЂ™t been capable of thinking about those kinds of details at the time, but Ilan had put his foot down. She should be happy that at least she has Sami, who kept driving her even after the separation from Ilan.

She has to let it go, stop grieving every day for her robbed independence. After all, one hour more, one hour less, whatвЂ™s the rush? Why are you in such a hurry? Tell me, what is it thatвЂ™s waiting for you there?ДЄ trip alone with him will not happen anytime soon, nor alone with herself, and she has to get used to this constraint. At least sheвЂ™d have had another ninety minutes alone with him, and maybe sheвЂ™d even have tempted him to stop on the way - there are some good restaurants in Wadi Ara.

It would have all been so easy if she herself were driving Ofer.

#Have a nice life time of land license#

Driving herself is out of the question for the next year: sheвЂ™s had three accidents and six moving violations in the past twelve months, an excessive crop even by her standards, and the loathsome judge who revoked her license had hissed that he was doing her a favor and that she really owed him her life. HeвЂ™s witty and sly, a political dodger who shoots in all directions with decoys and double-edged swords, and besides, she cannot imagine calling another driver. With him, every drive is a stand-up show. TheyвЂ™ve racked up hundreds of driving hours together, and she cannot recall his ever being this silent.

They have been to his home in Abu Ghosh for family celebrations, they know his wife, Inaam, and they helped out with connections and money when his two older sons wanted to emigrate to Argentina. They are his main livelihood, his regular monthly income, and he, in return, is obliged to be at their service around the clock, whenever they need him. Even if itвЂ™s Sami, whoвЂ™s almost one of the family, whoвЂ™s been driving everyone - the people who work for Ilan, her estranged husband, and the whole family - for more than twenty years. But when sheвЂ™d called him sheвЂ™d been in a state of complete frenzy, and it simply had not occurred to her - the unease slowly rises in her chest - that for this sort of drive, on a day like this, it was better not to call an Arab driver.Д®ven if he is an Arab from here, one of ours, Ilan prods at her brain as she tries to justify her own behavior.

#Have a nice life time of land drivers#

Had she told him, he might have asked her to let him off today, just this one time, or he might have sent one of the Jewish drivers who worked for him-вЂњmy Jewish sector,вЂќ he called them. Seven or eight hours were all that was left of the weeklong trip sheвЂ™d planned for the two of them, and now she realizes she hadnвЂ™t even told Sami on the phone that Ofer was part of the ride. She wanted to spend these hours with Ofer, and although Ofer agreed, she could tell how much effort his concession took. Sami had asked when she wanted him, and sheвЂ™d hesitated and then said, вЂњCome at three.вЂќ вЂњOra,вЂќ heвЂ™d said, вЂњmaybe we should leave earlier, вЂ™cause traffic will be a mess.вЂќ That was his only acknowledgment of the dayвЂ™s madness, but even then she didnвЂ™t get it and just said there was no way she could leave before three. Now she remembers that for some reason she hadnвЂ™t given him any details or explained the purpose of the trip, the way she usually did. At seven that morning she had called Sami and asked him to come pick her up for a long drive to the Gilboa region. Only then did she realize what sheвЂ™d done.

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For several long minutes he has looked neither at her nor at Ofer.ДЄs soon as Ofer sat down in the cab, he let out an angry breath and flashed a look that said: Not the smartest idea, Mom, asking this particular driver to come along on a trip like this. His hand rests on the MercedesвЂ™s gear shift and his thick neck does not move. THE CONVOY twists along, a stammering band of civilian cars, jeeps, military ambulances, tanks, and huge bulldozers on the backs of transporters.