The First View of the Rubble

He hung himself and no one found him for three days. The final story to be told of him is how his rotting body created a distasteful stench and bothered the neighbor’s nose. His name is never mentioned, but I come to know him through his discarded belongings, laid to rest amongst the ruins of a house that was demolished by the government.

A twisted American flag lies buried in the infectious waste. The landlord says he will rent his room for free to anyone who is not Russian, Ethiopian or Arab. A young woman is outraged by the landlord’s comments and informs his tenants that their landlord is a racist.

Suicide is illegal according to Jewish law and the Israeli government. Yet, from his illegal destruction, legal racist comments are the only things built from this rubble.

I learned a lot about this place from a dead nameless man and his waste.