“You don’t need to explain it to me,” Dudi whispers back. “Obviously that would be the right thing to do. But what happened to all your sacred principles?”

“My connection isn’t working.”

Gedalya moves the small, mobile mouse. He tries tapping on it. That doesn’t help.

“Just a second. It’s because I wasn’t here.” Dudi bends over the laptop and presses a key. “There you go. How about letting me censor an article for you?”

“How did you do that?” Gedalya’s emails flow in neatly, as if the connection had never been lost.

“Your connection is through my hotspot,” says Dudi, waving his phone.

“And that means?”

“Every time you’ve gone online since we’ve been here, it’s been through my phone’s connection. Don’t worry, it’s still going through your filter.”

Gedalya is still baffled. “What does that mean, through your phone’s connection? Why through your phone?”

“Your net stick doesn’t have a SIM card for chutz l’Aretz,” Dudi explains slowly. “So I turn my phone into a hotspot for you. In other words, I connect you to my network.”

“Okay.”

“You’re supposed to say it’s not okay,” Dudi counters.