Last Thursday I went to my friend Danai's house in Abu Tor, East Jerusalem, to have the evening Ramadan meal with her family. Their home was really beautiful, and we ate until our sides hurt. Afterwards we sat in the living room and drank Arab coffee and talked about everything, with Arafat's funeral playing on the TV in the background. Only the women were left, Danai, her sister, and two other girls from Rothberg; the men left right after dinner.
Danai's sister read our futures in the coffee grounds left over in our cups, which was quite entertaining. Apparently I will very soon meet a very tall man, who will love me from the first moment that he sees me. (Why are they always tall in fortune-telling?) I will never have a lot of money, but I will never care. I will attain whatever I go after, but it will take hard work. All sorts of neat stuff like that. It was quite fun.