It is pretty difficult to believe – especially for me – that i haven’t seen Ajami yet. I’ve been meaning to see it for months, not only because it’s supposed to be great, but also for the language – the sound of Palestinian Arabic. It’s different from Egyptian, Lebanese or Jordanian Arabic, and I understand it better. Even though Mr. Copti, the director, feels he isn’t representing Israel at the Oscars, he’s got Israel in his vision, his words, his pain. He’s also got a couple million bucks from the Israeli government in his movie. I must admit I feel more of a kinship toward Palestinian Arabs then, say, the Lithuanians my ancestors lived with for generations. The interweave is complex, unique, and profound.
Shusha had her first shearing of this year – this is concommitant to saying i think the heavy winter is over. It might get cold again, but not really cold. The birds are saying the same thing. The chirping all day was constant. Only now, that the sun is going down, and where each one will spend the night is all settled, is it becoming silent. The stories of the birds are much more audible during the quiet sabbath, and their joy is palpable.
When Abraham died his two sons buried him in the Cave of the Patriarchs. Shouldn’t they both fix it up together now?
I didn’t know about the puppet center in Holon. I didn’t know there was a museum, a school, international festivals, performances. I didn’t know it was the only one in the world. A pretty wonderful place – with some pretty wonderful people in it
