Yotam Gingold
Practice your empathy.

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translated poetry:
The trickle of clowns was noiseless.
Their eyes and noses were painted but colorless.
A fog of sadness hung in the air.
The circus was cancelled, the joy of children was, too.

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"Say, haven't I seen you before," the man leaned way back in his chair and asked the lady at the table behind. The lady, sipping a glass of some tinted, clear liquid, ran her tongue against her upper teeth behind her closed mouth and turned to look at him.

"I don't believe so, and I hope you're not the type to insist on ruining a private lunch."

The man glanced at her dining companion, an older woman, shrugged, and righted his chair. He resumed cleaning his teeth with a toothpick, wiped the spaghetti sauce from mouth with a cloth napkin, and exited the restaurant.