meet Shekim.

Note: this post is completely to be taken lightheartedly and not serious at all.
Inspired by, Shekim. Updated with a photograph.

Shekim is a dear Hebrew man. He started out as a friend from afar; I saw him picking fig leaves. I walked near, to say hello, only to find out he could not speak any English. He only spoke Hebrew. I asked myself "what am I to do? This young Shekim (in his stunning stature) cannot even converse with a fellow [future] friend!
So I looked in the phone book for a translator.. just someone, anyone, who can tell me what Shekim was trying to converse to me. No luck, at all. I found a dear woman who was from Israel (true story), and explained my situation and how I just needed to learn to speak Hebrew so I could talk to poor, fig picking Shekim.

She taught me all there is to know, so weeks passed and I went out again and through the lattace who did I see? Dear Shekim, in his finest. I ran out to greet him, I yelled "SHALOM!" I caught a glimpse of him smiling. He was so excited just to find someone is this place we call AMERICA, who could speak to him in his natural tongue.

Shekim and I became very well friends. I wash his laundry with stones everyday for him, whilest he picks me figs and comes through the lattace, to my home; where we sit and reminice of on the times when we couldn't understand eachother. I make Shekim and I pies with our figs and we save the leaves for extra clothing patches for when he works entirely too hard out in the fields picking fig leaves. I hope to post a photograph of my dear dear Shekim (Hebrew man) some day. He is very shy when peoples want to take photographs of him. I will see what I can do.

I must go and finish washing his clothes in the stones, it is the "all-purpose" stone I am using... I use it to grind wheat with as well.

Until then! ~Shekims friend.