What have I said?
During a dinner party, I was asked to reveal an unusual fact about myself. My heart pounded as I tried to think of something that was interesting, yet innocuous. I felt miserable and stressed and didn’t even listen to the other guests. In the end, I told how my dad had spelled my middle name wrong on my birth certificate – Ninochka instead of Ninotchka, after the Greta Garbo film but, even as I said it, I realised I had chosen an answer that purposely revealed very little about myself.
I could have told them about the time I was driven through Tel Aviv in an ambulance at night after I had a serious allergic reaction
