Sorry for English. Wanted that more people read this, but I'm currently writing a chapter for the book, and that's in English, and I can't switch fast :)

The story is short but I think interesting to tell.

I met a girl recently, in my karate class. She's cute and certainly butt-kicking anyway you look at it (not the butt, the girl :)). So I talked to her after the class, and on top of her looks she was fun to talk to, and sweet, and everything with it. So we talked before letting each other get changed, then we talked some more, and parted. I found out she's a conservator at Yale Center of British Arts. Not that I'm really into conservators (any way you have it, politically or professionaly), but she was worth the shots - brains, charm, wit, body, all seem to be in right place at a rigth time.

So I went back to the lab and did some research. So turned out, she's a Canadian, which I loved, she's pro-peace, and involved in volunteering, which was awesome. And finally she speaks French and Spanish. I was truly hitting my luck. Or so I though until I found another piece of info that she's involved in pro-Palestinian movement. Not that I have anything against Palestinians, it's just that I'm jewish.

So. I'm now thinking, how so that one little thing means so much more than everything else?.