We should be out on the streets already, but because I’ve been exhibiting some of the symptoms that brought our prime minister to the hospital the other day, the doctor has recommended that I spend my time taking my meds and keeping away from the hospital. Even though the weather is becoming bearable. So I won’t be wearing my grandmother needs democracy shirt until the sun goes down.
And it isn’t really that far away to walk to join in. I may not be able to keep away.
Where else could we escape to on the day before the enormous ineffective protests shut down the country? A bright beautiful Sufi college in Ba’aka Al Gharbia. I highly recommend it for its cheerful atmosphere and positive attitude.
Then we had a wonderful lunch with the Muassi family and managed to avoid complaining too much about our situation.
So we’re ready for tomorrow.
I would really like to help them set up their intensive Arabic course for Israeli women.
Big Opening night at the Cameri Theater. To a full house of celebrities, the play “What’s Happened to Us” brought continuous laughter. The mayor of Tel Aviv, the central comedians in the country, and I even wound up sitting next to my dermatologist (also the doctor of the prime minister’s wife) who explained to me that this was the most prestigious place-to-be in the country tonight.
The play was concered with family, sexuality, and the importance of mothers. There was nothing about politics, global warming, terrorism, or the brain drain that we’re experiencing because in part of the politics.
The whole thing is incredibly suspicious. First they announced that Bibi was hospitalized for a heart attack, then they said it was a bit of sunstroke, then they implanted a monitor, And there is no designated substitute prime minister. Thank goodness, someone said, if he had appointed Yariv Levin to be his substitute the whole country would have had a heart attack.
And me too – I’ve been down that road of a suspected heart attack, and I know the protocol. That’s not sunstroke.
How awful when we can’t even trust our prime minister to tell the truth on anything.
There are so many reasons why it is more difficult to write a doctorate in Israel than it is elsewhere. The difficulty of obtaining resources, the fact that faculty are unpaid for these activities, that students are usually simultaneously fully employed, and that expert evaluators are sometimes influenced by national politics as well as international social differences. That’s why I’m always particularly pleased when my students make it through. Especially when they are dedicated to contributing to peace and health.
it seems to me the most productive effort one can make in education, to train a generation of teachers who will educate teachers.
i will miss this grenade very much. I have lost so many things in my past. First, when we moved from England and I lost my nanny. Then when I moved to Israel and left all my youthful memorabilia with my parents who had to dispose of it all when my father was stricken with a stroke. Then when I was divorced and left home with only my children and some cookware. This grenade was one of the first gifts I was given – and it doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to history.