"Good puppy," I commend you, and your face glows with pride. "Would you like to see other tricks my puppy can do?" I ask the young man. A crowd is g...athered around us, people are taking pictures of us and videotaping. "Come closer," I tell the young man and his legs move immediately. I look at you and point toward the young man, you understand without words what I want you to do and shuffle to him. You kneel right in front of him and pull down his board shorts, he's so shocked he doesn't. ..' I was living next doorto an elderly woman who, I was told, had been a man when she first movedthere. I didn't get on very well with her and I wondered whether thiswas due to sex 'problems'. Talking to other people I realised that whatwe had here was someone who (for whatever reason) had been a grumpy oldman and was now a grumpy old woman.The story is written from both sides, that is the man tells his versionand then the woman tells hers. It is in no way autobiographical, but ifthe. Martin blushed and replied, also with a smile:-Sometimes You have to, but I already accustomed that sometimes I forget to throw the evidence.-No Clear, do not worry, priest or man - laughed and doorbell interrupted our conversation.-It's Probably Luke and Michael. Let's not talk about it.I nodded.The priest came out and soon brought the rest of companions. We greeted each other and Luke informed us that the end will have to leave, because they made an appointment with Magda-his girlfriend, and. She'd never troubled herself about her Jewish heritage when she'd actually lived in Israel. It was only after she'd abandoned the nation of her birth to radioactive dust and vengeful Palestinians that she'd become concerned about what it meant to be Jewish.So what was she now doing, travelling south to the outskirts of London on a dilapidated horse-drawn coach with eighteen other Jews, most of whom devoutly religious, to a kibbutz that had only recently been founded? What had persuaded her to.