Isabelle, my car, was attacked last night by a bigger green car. Isabelle lost her left eye, a part of her cheek and has an open fracture in her left jaw. Last night we were sitting with some friends in a tent somewhere surrounded by sand and low mountains, very beautiful and serene. On the way out from the sands to the asphalt road the green car jumped Isabelle, bit her face, ripping her eye and cheek out and then ran away, vanishing in the Negev’s dark night. I left poor Isabelle, all shocked and bleeding on the side of the road and went chasing the green car with Muhammad in his big Volvo. Indeed we found the green car and her driver in the near by gas station and exchanged our policies numbers politely, no anger or violence needed. Problem is that Isabelle and I are a poor family and this year, for the first time, I only paid basic health insurance for her. It was the first time since Isabelle came to me, five years ago, that I didn’t buy her the complete, full featured health insurance. Today, when speaking with the green car’s family I realized they are not going to admit she was the aggressor. They are probably going to claim that Isabelle jumped surprisingly to the road, without noticing their green crazy car shuzzing like mad, over 100 Kmh, with her teeth open. They are even going to try and say that it’s their green car that is the victim here. Well, it’s always like that with poor families, the less you have; the easier it is to fuck you more. Meanwhile I cannot afford the expensive orthopedic surgery, not to mention the cosmetic procedures for my poor Isabelle. It tears my heart to see her rolling through the roads with her one eye buried in the ground, humiliated, ashamed at how she looks, avoiding eye contact with all the other cars around. I can’t bare the way she looks at me, her left eye torn apart, broken jaw bones coming out, in a begging, blaming look.