The other day Yaacov and I were swimming with his brother at their parent’s house. Y’s brother was teasing Yaacov about his “army tan”. In the South we called it a “farmer’s tan” - you know, where just your neck and the lower parts of your arms are brown from wearing a shirt outside all of the time.
Tan Lines
July 18th, 2005 · No Comments
Tags: Israeli Life · Jerusalem
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