Boo.
It may just work – a government that includes the Arab parties and all the other nice guys. it just may work. But my fear of Bibi has been so engrained I can’t imagine it there isn’t some dastardly plan waiting in the wings to be uncovered. Possibly something like Poland.
The positive possibility is that we all decide to get along. it could work. it could.
halloween in the knesset – 31.10.26 Read Post »
I can’t think of one thing that isn’t political in this country.
This morning I was all worried about my heart and I raced to my doctor, who couldn’t figure out what to do either – but since my cardiologist sent me for a looper to record my online activities and a few other crazy tests, and I’m a graduate of many more cardiac tests I figured I’ve still got a while to go, so I went with Ezi to shop for a little party tomorrow.
But since I wasn’t really in great shape, I wasn’t concentrating on olives and sambusa, and instead started paying attention to the technics and politics of the place. “Freedom to Choose” the sign says on the wall of the escalator from the parking place. It’s a supermarket chain run originally by Russians – and the openness to foods and brands from all over the world – is monumental. Most supermarkets are kosher, therefor more reliant on a specific source.
I shop in both kosher and non kosher supermarkets – and they are different worlds. Today was non kosher.
more later when i can catch my breath…
supermarkets – 30.10.26 Read Post »
and then i turned the page
and remembered the amazing hope I had with Rabin, with Peres, and I really believed that we could create a much better world with the wonderful ingredients of this population. Ezi and I would sit in the teenage audience in poetry festival at Mughrar and wonder at the multiplicity of languages and views. our language and maturity was pretty equal to the kids. I was looking for some photos with them because it was so much fun but so far all i found was Ezi and me
When I first saw the election results
I felt like I did when I was raped.
I didn’t have words to speak
but I wept without end.
I thought I would
never
show my face again
not to people
who believed in me.
I could leave
but I would take
my wounded mind
my shamed body
wherever I went.
Everything before
was in sunlight
Everything after
exiled night
the election is over
this chapter is done
we may not yet know
who lost and who won
will the dawn greet us
with laughter and cheers
or downcast gazes
and angry tears
whatever the story
our task is unfinished
we are not free
to think it diminished
we’ve said it before
we’ll say it again
if not I, then who
if not now, then when
from Alicia Ostriker – 28.10.26 Read Post »
where i was most of the people voted Eisencott or Democrats. We were with the same friends we’ve been with for 40 years. We’ve been through a lot of shit together. We’ve gone through evenings where we cheered and went to sleep with Peres and woke up with Bibi. We also have gone through times when we were completely divided. But tonight we didn’t even talk politics, we ate our dinner and chatted health and family, watched the polls in silence, took our coats, left the table laden with amazing food, and went home.
tonight – 27.10.26 Read Post »
Imagine Anne Boleyn the night before the beheading. Does she think she’ll be able to talk the headsman out of it? Does she imagine the feel of the beheading? Does she pray to the Lord or curse her fate? Does she feel that if she had done something different she might have saved her life?
We are glued to the TV.
the night before – 26.10.26 Read Post »
When Bibi said yesterday that we’re going to be isolated in the world and we’ll have to move our economy to crypto, I realized he’s gone totally paranoid. He’s the guy that turned us from a socialist economy endeavoring to become self sufficient to a capitalist one, and now he wants to turn it back… There is no other explanation but madness.
