“While movies have soundtracks, life doesn’t, and that’s why life is nothing like a movie...” Amos explains to his sister, Shlomit. But what soundtrack would accompany Shlomit’s life if it were a movie? Shlomit is growing up in the city of Ramla in the sixties. Her life story is accompanied by the scratchy voices of the Beatles coming from the old transistor radio in the kitchen of the small tenement apartment, 
the yells of the neighbors fighting easily penetrating the thin walls, the sounds of disco music carried by the wind through fields of groundsels from the legendary Calypso Discotheque, the mantras of the faithful in India where she goes to find a cure for the nightmares of childhood trauma that she carries in the bottom of her belly. 

"This is a touching novel, genuine, told with a uniquely talented 
voice, where believable, realistic scenes of colorful characters from the 
background of Israeli society play alongside delirious scenes born of the 
heroine’s childish imagination."- Chaim Pessah 

"Calypso is a two-guitar, bass and drums novel. Ramla’s drums pound 
the heroes, the bass is the soundtrack of the sixties, the guitar strings 
are plucked from page to page and Tsipi Sharoor is on stage singing a 
solo. A very moving solo."- Ronny Someck