| As far as the eye could see in all directions there were Americans. They were all about my age or a little older, and seemed exclusively to be the kind of person you half recognise. Each one of them resembled someone I know or knew, without any of them actually being one. I stifled the urge to stand up and yell, 'Hey, was anyone here on the One Year Graduate Program in Jerusalem between 1994 and 1995,' as you do. Then I caught the pretty girl's eye again. We both smiled broadly at each other. It was nothing to do with sex this time, but rather a kind of shared European identity hovered between us. "And people wonder why Americans abroad are considered obnoxious," said one of the American women in a loud voice. |
