The Morning After in Jaffa
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The sun over the American Colony in Jaffa is hitting us like a hammer. It is 10:00 AM. We are survivors of a legendary party, but now we face the harsh reality of daylight.
I am Alex Sneakers, the Kazakh comedy sensation, currently feeling like my head is a drum for a heavy metal band. To my left is Amir, the curly boy from New York, hiding behind sunglasses that cost more than my rent. To my right, David Grossman, 37 years of age and looking annoyingly fresh and stylish.
"My friends," I say, adjusting my sneakers. "We have two problems. One, the sun is too loud. Two, our stomachs are empty."
Amir groans. "I need coffee, Alex. Serious coffee. Not that mud you make."