This very moment I am learning to write : // fire and electricity // without errors. // and this very moment, fire seizes the writing table //
and the electricity in the room // goes out. // To the light of the burning table // I learn to describe // the fire // and to touch the electricity.
Madame Bonjour’s smelling salts // saved the planet // from eternal unconsciousness. // So claims Madame // Bonjour // at every cocktail party //
organized by the Israeli embassy // in Paris. // I don’t know French // and Madame Bonjour // doesn’t know Hebrew. // Therefore, it goes without saying, that without the help of a blessed translator // I will never know // whether she is a liar // or whether she speaks the truth.