“What do you want to do for your birthday?” My daughter asked, and I suddenly realized – I have no idea. I have to learn from the beginning what I feel, what I want, where I want to go. I know I want to be with as many children as possible, to feel all over again. This Passover in Israel there is a sense of new beginnings, despite the elections – or perhaps because of the uncertainty of the elections.
Okay, people got what they deserved. Stay home in protest and you get the mess you asked for.
Me, I spent the day trying to get a second opinion from a highly recommended doctor – a really nice guy. And after years of seeing doctors I know how to separate bull from data. So ultimately I left with a referral to another specialist and a growing suspicion of the medical profession.
What I did learn today was that the hospital is crowded with people who look like they’re not terribly sick. That it’s almost back to normal. Even the coffee counters are working. I’ve spent so much time in this hospital I feel I can feel its pulse. Maybe that’s why I feel I can read when a doctor knows what he’s saying and what he’s not saying.
Maybe that’s why I feel I know about how the elections are going and what they mean.
“Fearlessly Flying – A Journey into Freedom,” will be devoted to the poetry of Erica Jong, and The World Began with Yes! presented by the Israel Association of Writers in English, with Hebrew translations by Rafi Weichert and Daffi Kudish Weichert and interview and discussion with Erica Jong and Karen Alkalay-Gut.
Of course, we voted early, and of course in our neighborhood, the voting poll was crowded. But we’re probably the only ones. The voting is down – it’s always down on the left when the people are in despair. Leftists despair and give up – rightists get together to support each other. While the airport has been crowded for weeks for people who have come in to vote for the religious parties, every Israeli citizen I know who’s abroad is staying there, and many who live here went off to the Sinai Desert for the holidays..
Because a friend bought me a ticket, and because it had been highly recommended by another friend, I left Ezi at home and went to see “A Tale of Love and Darkness.”
I have to add I’ve read the book, saw the movie, saw My Michael, read every article, and have had endless conversations about Amos Oz. From what I knew, he was a very sad, driven man of great conscience and I always liked and respected him. This play reflects what I know of him – but I wasn’t excited by it the way I was excited by him. He was simply an exciting man and an exciting writer.
The friend who took me to the port is a real old bitch, the kind I sometimes want to be. She doesn’t hesitate to castigate people about their mask laziness, like the teacher she used to be. “Don’t get all upset,” one young man dared answer her. “I just forgot to pull it up off my chin.” “You’re still endangering me!” she shouts like a hall monitor. “Getting into my private space with all your germs!” In the meantime, I’m buying cheese and trying to appear knowledgeable, not even daring to ask for a taste. Certainly trying to appear as if I am not with her, but grateful she’s keeping me safe.
People like me would rather die than make a fool of themselves.
This is part of the reason the elections are going to be a failure. Those people who lost hope the last time around don’t want to be shamed again and won’t vote. I’m going to make a few calls. Maybe there’s a chance I can do some good.
This blog is just between you and me – you understand this. When I mention this to my friends, they look away – just a bit embarrassed they don’t have the patience to read me especially after a long day of live conversation or phone kvetching. I doubt whether my family ever reads this – they know too much. So it’s you and me, guys. And you know all and can ask me anything.
So I will ask you for a change – I’m having a birthday the day after passover. In London I was born after the second seder and during the last v1 rocket. so it’s a big day for me. But my family will be tired after the seder so we probably won’t celebrate together unless i have a brilliant idea and can get them to come. Any ideas?