Believe Me

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Over at NYT Magazine, Etgar Keret slips us an essay on teaching his son the art of forgiveness:

The minute we got into the taxi, I had a bad feeling. It wasn’t because the driver asked me impatiently to buckle the kid’s safety belt after I already had, or because he muttered something that sounded like a curse when I said we wanted to go to Ramat Gan. I take a lot of taxis, so I’m used to the tempers, the impatience, the armpit stains. But there was something about the way that driver spoke, half-violent and half on the verge of tears, that made me uncomfortable.


Bryan Washington has written for Puerto Del Sol, Ninth Letter, and Midnight Breakfast, among others; he's also the recipient of a Houstonia Fellowship. He lives around New Orleans. More from this author →