The first thing I notice is the nails. I'm in the campaign office of Yisrael Beiteinu, the ultranationalist party of Avigdor Lieberman, in the Mediterranean city of Ashdod. Most of the volunteers are women of a "certain age". And I'm fixated on their nails. There are nails in two colours. Built-up false nails. And long, pampered nails that curve to dull points like the unsheathed claws of cats. They tick-tick-tick on keyboards of the office's computers. Pick at stickers on the campaign board. Punch... read more
