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It’s 3.57 am, and the first bird of morning has begun to sing. It’s been yet another sleepless night — I’ve had eight years of them — and the first, grey sounds of dawn tell me it’s time to give up for that night.

For the first few years of my Insomnia Crash (as I later dubbed it), I tossed and turned, moaned and despaired. But now — though I still feel like hell the next day —I’ve found a new, more positive strategy to get me through the endless nights. I pick up the laptop, and rummage around in the depths of YouTube. It takes a while, but I eventually find what I’m looking for: a film that always makes me smile.

The movie is called Late Marriage (Hatuna Meuheret). It tells the story of a good-looking Israeli couple — he’s an overly mothered son whose parents are desperate to marry him off, she’s an older single mother — in a bickering, unconventional, but sexy relationship. Late Marriage is 20 years old and not on Netflix or Amazon in the UK. In the poor quality YouTube video, the colours are too bright and the sound is fuzzy.

I normally watch an English subtitled version. But on this early morning, I can’t find it. So I watch the thing in dubbed Georgian.

But here’s the funny thing: I don’t mind all that much. For me,

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