I left my hat in Tel Aviv:

In ancient times. Anniversary of the catastrophe 15 May 1948.16 May Shenkar University. I wondered what you would look like. She asked to touch my jacket, she placed her hand lightly on the right lapel. She gasped 'linen'. Monday:11 speakers about a portrait. I talked a self-portrait. I got interviewed. I read on the net you were  a postman once. Ate a last supper with 7 artists in a garden, drank wine and mixed it with whisky smoked a cigar. Got given a drawing. I left a drawing in a bar. I recovered the drawing in a bar. I left my hat in room 109. Took nearly 2 hours to get through security at Ben Gurion. Fell asleep at Gate 29 Zurich: Swiss Air landed at London City Airport. Fell down an up escalator Liverpool Street underground station. It hurt. An American Asian pressed the stop button just before my head was about to be re-cycled. He carried my bags to the summit. Cut my arm. Bashed the laptop. We shook hands. I thanked him. On my return Dexter wagged the tail. Spun round six times and served me one large gin and tonic. I couldn't stop talking Hebrew.