And as soon as I turned it on, I was horrified by the terrible Yiddish of the Haredi Jews living in Antwerp. But soon I realized that the fractured yiddish was part of the plot. I also loved the petty evil of some of the characters, the smallness of their world. And many of my favorite Sephardi actors manage to create these Haredi Ashkenazi characters. https://www.kveller.com/kugel-the-shtisel-spinoff-will-stream-in-the-u-s-soon/
This is nothing to do with religion. Or the character of Jews. One might, however, see it as a denigration of Ashkenazi Jews by Sephardi Jews. And one might see it as antisemitic.
Not me. I see it as a Kugel – sweet, peppery, and very filling.
The Houtis seem to have discovered that we’re a bit more vulnerable at night, and they’re sending us rockets to wake us up. So we’re back to sleeping in our clothes. I’m sure it will take a day or two to figure out how to shoot them down before it gets to heavily populated areas but right now we don’t even have enough time to hide.
Today they were interviewing some of the people whose apartments were shattered last night, and what surprised me the most was that after their complaints they remembered to add that the most important thing is to get the hostages back. In these cold, wet days, we particularly remember those people hidden deep in the wet ground, hungry and cold. Every time I think of them I want to go back to my eiderdown.
Adir Miller’s film, “The Ring,” opened yesterday, and because it is about Hungary and the Holocaust, we went to see it. We didn’t think it would be as good as it was – we thought it would be great to see Jewish Budapest again.
But it was good. The fact that it was a version of the biography of members of the family, didn’t make it less good. Most people in Israel have horror stories that brought them to find shelter here – if not now then one or two generations back.
The fact that the hotel in the film was the Gellert, and Ezi’s grandfather built the spa there, was a detail that made the film more real to us, but not what made it authentic and genuine. (I can even add that there is a shot of Budapest that was taken from the room we stayed in at the Gellert).
The sense of the truth of the story, and the relevance of the importance of survival to the people of Israel today is what got me. Even though I could find many places where it could have been edited, I was really happy to see this film. Go see it.
Since Israel was forced to close its embassy in Ireland because of the anti-Israel atmosphere in the country, I thought it might be nice to remind the Irish of James Joyce’s use of the dream of the Jews in Ulysses to revive their homeland. Here are just two quotes:
What anthem did Bloom chant partially in anticipation of that multiple, ethnically irreducible consummation?
Kolod balejwaw pnimah Nefesch, jehudi,homijah.
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and: Three cheers forIsrael!
The renewal of the language and the return to the ancient culture that Joyce was witnessing was his inspiration for the future of Ireland.
It seems that every time that I’m on my own, a siren follows me. Today I was waiting for my first reflexology treatment in the health clinic, and a siren begins to sound. We’re herded to the kitchen, the door is sealed, and we wait the required 10 minutes. Then I go to take off my shoes and socks for the massage.
Maybe had we not been so tired, from the day , and from the year, we would have enjoyed Mahler’s ninth symphony more. But we have been so surrounded by death this year, so tired of heroic funerals, so fearful of death to come, that Mahler’s absorption in his own coming death spoke less to us. The death of tonality as well, as much as I mourn it, is not as painful to me as the death of so many people. As much as the Gazans enjoyed inflicting pain and torturel on us, as much as the Hizbullah tried to torture us, I weep their deaths amost as much as I weep our own people – the elderly as much as the beautiful youths – rhose dead and those suffering in the tunnels of Gaza.
So we left while the audience was going wild in praise of the orchestra and the conductor, and went to visit the grandchildren whose lives have been turned upside down by the war, the uncertainty of their future, the fear that they might have saved themselves had they given up on the dream of living in peace…
It’s only become clear to me this week that my site is all mixed up and even these posts – if you can get to them – disappear after a while. This isn’t what I signed up for and I’ll try to put things in the old order (which was of course a mess).
Please excuse the mess. It isn’t a hack – it’s a change of order in word press.
I wanted this to be a special birthday, and from all I had seen of the Blue Rooster before it was small, intimate, and special. But when we got there we were put into a large hall of diners, fortunately in a corner. “This is a birthday,” we whispered to the waiter, who nodded, understanding that it was our secret, but as we went on with our meal, we began to hear the birthday song sung by the waiters – table by table. We were almost the last table to be sung to.
Anyway it turns out the secret exclusive restaurant I had chosen with the exhaustive help of friends is really the standard saturday afternoon birthday spot.
The last time I ate there the dinner was exquisite, unique, intimate. Today was the opposite – but it made me feel as though we are part of a culture, beginning to recover from our isolation – maybe able to celebrate.