Fiction | Sour Soup
Good old story. I’ve never wished this Happy Ending more than I do now. I want all these war to happen in the third state, “ the Republic of Force-Is-the-Only-Language-They-Understand.”
Thank you Etgar. Your story put a small smile on my grim face and for a short moment I reflected on wide endless corn fields.
Beautiful, funny, and sad. Which is like saying “an Etgar Keret story.”
Toda. It seems that that Third State ... exists ... just about everywhere. If something can be imagined, it can be. What we have now is a failure of humane imagination. We should be able to do better. Sholdn’t we?
I am thankful that the pen can be mightier than the sword. Somehow this lights a little glimmer of hope in the dark dark darkness.
Terrific story. Thank you. I'm sending good wishes, peaceful wishes too
If only. My heart hurts for all the people in the Middle East. The third state would be a brilliant option. Be safe❤️
I’ve thought about this story and letter exchange often over the last few years. It has always felt to me like an example of what an Etgar Keret story does best: zooms us in on the humanity hovering underneath the cloud of confusion kicked up by the political, historical, tribal forces that shape the news, our fears, and too often our thinking.
I returned to the story on my own yesterday after reading the news, and I’ve shared with friends, etc.
Thank you for bringing it into the world and for resharing it Etgar.
Thinking about you and hoping for moments of humanity, like this story and friendship, to find ways to cut through the dark clouds.
Sending you hope Etgar (it's hard to hold onto these days). My heart breaks for both sides – may a third possibility arise. Thanks for this story, words can truly act like balms to our hearts.
Sometimes, we need some "wishful" thinking to keep on living, even during the direst time. Thank you for this funny, sad, and hopeful story.
Reading your stories reminds me of how many reasons I have to keep hope alive despite all the difficulties and pains in life. Since I first read them, I have always found hope and the light of happiness in your stories, and for that I am grateful.
Turkish poet Edip Cansever says in his famous poem "Blood Sounds in My Handkerchief," "Nudge hope. Soothe despair."
I remind my relatives who fall into despair of this, because it is worth it for the beauty in life...
I wish you to remain in love and health.
Its a beautiful story it makes me cry...i hope a happy ending about whats happening and the people they took returned safe to their families...hope this will end soon.
Great story, as usual. Thanks for the smile it brought. Give my best to Lev and Shira. Stay safe.