Lali Tsipi Michaelis The Mad House

Published: Dec. 2, 2020, 9 a.m.

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Have you seen the Crazy House on HaYarkon Street in Tel Aviv? It\\u2019s a highrise that looks like pink cement, with some metallic puffed cream lobbed at the front of it? Or at least that\\u2019s how it seems to Marcela.

It used to look that way to the poet Lali Tsipi Michaeli, as well. Michaeli says \\u201cfear is what I felt as a child every time I drove with my parents in a car on Hayarkon Street. As the car was about to reach the \\u201ccrazy house\\u201d (I called it the \\u201cscary\\u201d), I hid on the back seat floor and closed my eyes tightly. The house troubled the girl I was. Over the years it has become a Tel Aviv landscape and I have always had a certain aversion to it, a kind of traumatic childhood memory.\\u201d

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The Mad House\\xa0by Lali Tsipi Michaeli, translated by Michael Simkin. Adelaide Books, 2020.

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