I was a sergeant in the Israeli army, and I had a boyfriend who I was going to marry after my matriculation. But my lovely aunt living in Melbourne offered to pay for me to come to Australia for a visit, and my boyfriend and I figured that if you get a ticket as a gift, you don’t refuse it. So I came here for six months, and a week before I was supposed to leave, I met an Israeli guy at my farewell party who asked me to go out with him the next night. And the very . . .