Dances of the World Continue, رقصات من العالم لا ت
A blog about global politics and more/ Un blog sur la politique mondiale et plus/ ألف بلوق عن السياسة العالمية وأكثر من / Tá blag faoi pholaitíocht domhanda agus níos mó /בלוג על הפוליטיקה העולמית, יותר /Un blog acerca de la política mundial y más /
عالمی سیاست اور اس بارے میں مزید ایک بلاگ /
Skype call ringing. I answer without checking who the call is from.
Tamir: Debbie? Hello?
Me: Shit. I can't talk.
Tamir: Can't I call to say hello to a friend?
Me: I'm busy. And why are you calling now? It is 20.00hrs here and you are seven hours ahead.
Tamir: 20.00hrs? Where are you?
Me: I'm in NYC for IWD? Okay I can hear you laughing. You already know.
Tamir: You tried to keep the Deputy Ambassador from getting into his own meeting?
Me: Stop laughing. It was hectic and I thought he was trying to jump the queue.
Tamir: Jump the queue? What are you in primary school?
Me: Please stop laughing. It was embarrassing. And then Tamir he said something like, "I must get in there. I'm one of the organisers." Then when he said that I started patting him on the arm and saying, Oh okay." I was patting his arm like he was a child.