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antongarouSo yesterday was Moving Day. me and my father worked 6 hours solid, and had one gem of a conversation there:
[me standing the holding a computer and a fleece blanket piled together] "I can carry a bit more- put something there"
my father[in a stage whisper not directed at me]:"Are you normal?"
me:"No, I'm my father's son"
So after moving cartons, disassembling my bed and chair and then moving them and the mattresses(3 round in my father's Reno Scenic, ~6hours nonstop work) we had lunch in a very good nearby cafe and went to sleep. Then we reassembled both bed and chair, went back to my apartment for a couple of things I forgot and he needed and then I called it a night and he drove back to Haifa.
[me standing the holding a computer and a fleece blanket piled together] "I can carry a bit more- put something there"
my father[in a stage whisper not directed at me]:"Are you normal?"
me:"No, I'm my father's son"
So after moving cartons, disassembling my bed and chair and then moving them and the mattresses(3 round in my father's Reno Scenic, ~6hours nonstop work) we had lunch in a very good nearby cafe and went to sleep. Then we reassembled both bed and chair, went back to my apartment for a couple of things I forgot and he needed and then I called it a night and he drove back to Haifa.
