00:57 I was born in Vienna just like my brother in the same hospital, i wonder if my mum got nostalgic in those last hours of labor. i was born at three o clock well i was a cesarean, my mum blames my dickkofp ( I've always been stubborn) although now that i think about it i find it quite annoying that i didn't come out free will, that someone else chose my birth time and date which is strange cause i have based a lot of my life decisions on these numbers (3 is still my lucky number but to be honest that has to do with a completely different reason which is unrelated and not very exciting but for a five year old very logical). Well my parents moved to Israel and we lived here 4 years in a 2 story house on top of a hill that looked down on Jerusalem. we had a big terrace which my mother loved,especially the beautiful roses which me and my little Arab friends used to sit in and eat.
for a while we adopted a stray red cat which i was allowed to feed milk( even though i later found out that surprisingly enough apparently cats are lactose intolerant )this was the only pet i was ever allowed to have. it was also on the terrace that my brother was trying to show of and dropped me on my head.
in Israel i visited an Arabic kinder garden which was on top of a hill. my mum and my grandma dropped me of there the first day and sat me in front of a game with different colored squares ....i remember being quite scared but never actually learning Arabic, i just remember being able to speak it. during nap time me and the other kids would steal play dough, by the time we were moving away again guilt had caught up with me and i told my mum to return my secret stash of stolen goods even though bz that time it was just a big ball of tie die brown dough. 01:12 fri 21 03 08