“Didn’t see you last night at the demonstration –  What happened?”   I explain that I didn’t feel well,  but it’s clear that the demonstrations have become a form of social interaction.  We used to meet at concerts, at parties, at restaurants.  But it’s now like Friday night dinners with the family – you can’t skip without being noticed.  

It’s not just Saturday nights, every few days there’s a facebook notice, a whatsapp or a message, that something is going on – maybe a protest in front of a neighboring knesset member, or a place where someone is speaking.  But it’s like the old days growing up in the neighborhood when there’s a spontaneous meeting of friends on the corner.

I don’t mean to denigrate the significance of these demonstrations.  They are incredibly important, and help us to feel some kind of empowerment in this helpless situation, where the country is being destroyed before our eyes by what has been looking like schizophrenics.  Not that I have anything against schizophrenics – I just want to have control over my own fantasies.