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him.”
    “Sure. Sure,” Dave said gallantly. “Parents? Family? Whatever you choose to tell me. You just intrigue me.”
    Lynn thought for a moment and added, “Nothing special. My parents passed away. I live in a rented apartment in Tel Aviv and have a boring job in sales. I mean... I lived there. I had a job… I don’t have a spotted cat or the sea at my window, and I don’t want anything to do with my gray and disgusting Tel Aviv past.” She’d raised her voice without noticing.
    Dave was fascinated. He leaned over the table, his head resting on his elbows and his eyes sparkling. “Go on. I’m with you, Lynn.” His voice was warm and he seemed understanding and sympathetic, and she – well, it had been a very long while since she’d had an attentive ear.
    She added, “I feel like a new life has opened up for me. Like someone upstairs gave me a second chance, and I’m not going to waste it. On the one hand...” Then she blurted out what had been on her mind for several days but hadn’t had anyone to share with. “I found a job here in Eilat. I have a positive feeling. Everything’s working out. But...” She bit her lip.
    “What?” He was very attentive.
    “On the other hand, I feel persecuted. Like someone’s following me. As if there are people looking for me. I don’t know what they want. It’s scary.”
    “We could look into it together,” he said. Not for a moment did he think she was lying or experiencing any kind of paranoia. He felt the truth in her words and concerns. He said ‘together’ as though they’d already decided that this would be a common task She liked that very much. “So... did you really see you were being followed? Why didn’t you contact the police, anyway?”
    “It’s not like I can point to anyone specific, and, besides, they haven’t hurt me... yet... so what would I complain about? And maybe I’m just imagining it. There’s no reason for anyone to follow me. It’s not like I’m a spy or anything.” Lynn paused, thinking that perhaps she’d given out too much information to a stranger.
    Dave’s face warmed up with a smile. Around his eyes were crinkly laugh lines, evidence of a person who knew how to laugh and have a positive attitude about life. When he laughed and threw his head back, he looked even younger, maybe only twenty-eight.
    Lynn continued. “I see occasional flashbacks, fragments of memory with blood. It’s pretty scary. It belongs to my memories, but I can’t put my finger on it. It’s as if...” She paused to think and sighed deeply, “as if I have voids, gaps in memory. My life seems like a movie with black, maybe dark segments between the pictures…” She shuddered.
    “Like a film by Pedro Almodóvar.” He smiled in a hopeless attempt to cheer her up. She looked at him with a cold, sad gaze. “I apologize for my unsuccessful humor. So how long have you been feeling like this?” asked Dave, placing his hand on the table between them.
    “I have no idea. Maybe the past week, ever since I woke up in Tel Aviv with a kind of brain fog.” Lynn rallied then and smiled confidently. “But don’t worry about me. I’ve been around here and there in Eilat for about five days, and I’ve already found a job.”
    “Where?”
    Lynn explained about the schnitzel stand, and Dave immediately asked if, at the earliest opportunity, she’d help him to prepare some cutlets. Lynn glanced at the many shelves that covered the small trailer. They were covered with masses of books. It seemed that Dave was not averse to any idea that human civilization had to offer. Geophysics, the history of mankind, Garcia Lorca, Virginia Wolf, TS Eliot and Stephen King all stood side by side with hardcover art books by Degas, Matisse, Van Gogh and Rembrandt.
    “Have you read them all?”
    “Yes,” he smiled. “Why? Would you like to borrow something?”
    “I’d be happy to... once I have an organized place of my own. You know and remember what’s written