Walk down the aisle on the plane, I count what movies are being watched.  Do people tune in Israeli or American films?  Me – I only got up from my seat after watching “The Monkey Park” which reminds me of many of the forgotten Israeli novelists I knew in the sixties and seventies.  But when I got back from giving the stewardesses and stewards a good story when Ezi and me tried to get into the bathroom together, I could not bear the quaintness and escapism of the Hebrew films everyone had tuned into.  I can’t believe Israelis watch them.  I escape with the memories of American history.