Jellyfish Stings Man's Face Page #3

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Your pictures come out...

lousy.

- It's not my fault.

- Whose then? My grandmother's?!.

It's easy to take a picture.

You aim, you click...

You're an idiot!

And you're fired!

What are you doing?

Don't move,

you hear me?!.

You hear me?!.

Excuse me, did a little girl

come out of here?

- A little girl?

- Wet, red hair.

- Big sad eyes?

- You saw her?

I took her picture.

It was my last shot.

- That's her dress, isn't it?

- Yes.

I yelled at her.

I shouldn't have done tha...

You're fired!

It makes you

feel good, huh?

Excuse me?

Firing people.

Get lost.

Make me.

Son of a b*tch!

Excuse me,

where's the restroom?

- This way, Madam.

- thank you.

Come, let's look

for the girl.

Business cards. Forget it,

I don't need them anymore.

I don't think

I can get on a motorcycle.

It's a scooter.

No. Really, no.

- I'll drive slowly. Don't you trust me?

- No.

I don't trust anyone.

Fine, whatever.

Oh, these damn heels...

This damn hotel.

Eight flights of stairs

for cigarettes.

Eight?

Yes, I'm on

the top floor.

- In the suite?

- Yes.

- You guys are lucky.

- What do you mean, "you guys"?

You and your husband.

I'm alone here.

What about you?

I'm on my honeymoon.

- I got married the day before yesterday

- Congratulations.

Thanks.

- This is my floor.

- Bye.

"Eternally in disgrace"

is with two L's.

What?

It's spelled with two L's.

I asked my wife.

Thanks.

You can write

"forever" instead.

It's less final,

more optimistic.

I'll think about it.

Good luck.

With what you're writing.

Are you asleep?

Almost.

The noise from the road

doesn't bother you?

I got used to it.

Scary.

I met that woman again.

What woman?

The one who asked me

how to spell "eternally."

She's strange.

- Did you talk?

- A little.

She's an author.

She came here to write.

What's she writing?

Maybe she's a poet.

Is she pretty?

I don't know...

Interesting.

She's staying in a suite.

Is she married?

She's here alone.

Alone in a suite?

She's a writer. She's writing.

She needs space.

- Bullshit.

- Why bullshit?

Come on. She's probably

some bored millionaire.

Why do you say that?

You think Dostoyevsky

rented a suite to write?

Maybe not Dostoyevsky...

if you have something to write

you can do it anywhere.

How do you know?

Did you ever write anything?

At least I don't make

spelling mistakes.

In Russian,

I have no spelling mistakes.

I'm going out for a smoke.

We were

cut off yesterday...

Tell me what

you did today...

I don't want to.

Are you angry?

I don't know

where you are.

I'm in Israel.

Did Mirna tell you about Israel?

There's no such place.

Yes, there is,

it's far away...

where the sea ends...

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