She calls it "our hovel".
"I shudder to think what they think of our hovel in London," says my bemused brother-in-law.
Was there a secret intellectual-Jew hovel there, with book-lined shelves, Sigmundian fetish masks, funky, unfumigatable Persian carpets?
The men were carpenters, according to a boy who was working among beehives behind the mud hovel.
"I've cleaned out your hovel since the last missionary died here, so you should be all right.
Organizers say their goal has been to reach every single apartment, house or hovel, all 50,000 of them.
In my memory, those nights are associated with rainy winters, with the dim light of the oil lamp in our hovel, and with Mama's murmuring voice.
"I work for my mother each day now, so that we may eat," she said, pointing to the bags of charcoal they sell in front of their hovel.
After a while he's invited home for tea, and this basement hovel with its brave little yard and kid's room is a true foreign country to him.
The plight of the Rappaports first came to light when President Ezer Weizman went to their hovel to pay a call on Sunday.
After I feed and clothe my family on our hovel I have nothing left over.
