…he would tell stories about the Holy City, about Solomon, a just king, a poet-king, a monarch with a thousand concubines. We weren’t quite sure what concubines were, but we guessed: a concubine … Concubines! One thousand! One thousand women in all colours and shapes – but all of them sexy, of course – one thousand – one thousand raving beauties lying side by side on a bed (what a bed! How wide it must have been!), all of them smiling, all of them reaching out their arms, all of them saying something in Hebrew – but the meaning was unmistakeable – “Come here, sweety.” One thousand women. If one were to spend twenty, or fifteen minutes with each one of them, how long would it take to…? A problem that our math teacher never assigned us for homework…!