I WAS BORN IN A CITY WHERE YOU SHOUT TO THE SEA IN BROKEN MOROCCAN AND THE SEA REPLAYS IN  MAD HEBREW. MY GRANDMOTHER TOLD ME NOT TO CRY OVER ONIONS, SO I DID OVER EGGPLANTS. MY MOM FED ME LIKE SHE WAS TRYING TO SAVE ME. MY FATHER PEELD ORANGES AND SAVED ME THE SWEETEST PIECES. LIFE TO ME IS A TABLE SET FOR LOVE AND ABSENCE.