“It um, it is nice — yes. I actually, uh, I lived in Berlin for a while. I think maybe ten, eleven months. The temples there, they are so nice, some of them so old; I used to go to services at the New Synagogue. It's mostly a reconstruction now but — still so incredible. And it's funny, I meet more Israelis in Germany than I think I meet in Israel.”
Their hand reaches under the table and finds one of Michael's, their palm sliding over the back of his hand with their fingers between his. They squeeze gently. He's being so uncharacteristically silent, they're not sure what to do, if they should try to change the subject (they're bad at it) or ask him a question directly or —