AT 1:30 sharp Sunday quiet behind my window exploded with bagpipes. What tha…Turns out, it is the pride of neighborhood, a yearly Norwegian Parade, the remnant of happier times when instead of Arabs the local population was mostly composed of Scandinavians.
Two of my gym lady-friends, Kristina and Ranya, are the veterans of this event; Kristina is even on the judging committee; they have been talking about it for months. How come it totally skipped my mind?
I know how: it’s because my attention is on ICFF, which is in town since yesterday – and which I am leaving for right now.
Photos, tentatively, are forthcoming.