The sirens are going in Jerusalem, and we’ve been promised rockets in Tel Aviv. Me, with my stomach virus, hope I won’t have to leave the bathroom neighborhood for the shelter. but I’m ready.
Don’t tell me I am the only one who is sure this terrible violence in Jerusalem is not fueled by our prime minister and the minister of justice. Don’t tell me that we could be handling this completely differently. Violence like this is the only way the transfer of power can be interrupted.
Don’t tell me we should be parading Israeli flags in East Jerusalem today to ensure a good neighbor policy.
and furthermore – one thing about women is that they learn from their bodies to count ahead. Today Yair was going to go to the president and present the government. But he can’t get it together because the Arab party Ra’am can’t commit in this atmosphere so the government can not be completed and presented. Now if the unrest continues for 24 days, when Lapid’s mandate finishes, Bibi can start all over again.
The inevitable chaos is here – it was always going to be about Temple Mount. It was always about the mosque built over the temple. holy for both religions. And tomorrow is Jerusalem Day. A day for a city that could be the best place in the world, a city I once loved but have avoided whenever possible for the past four decades. And now it is the city that will – as a poet. Rina Ribalow, once wrote – “break my heart.”
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There are so many things going on right now it is impossible to choose. Some are still on Zoom – some are live – some are just published. Concerts, athletic games, plays, even parties. More are safe but some seem a little beyond safe. We met Rachel for a drink on the beach the other evening
All these opportunities have become confusing. I bought tickets for a concert, and an opera, and a play and then started thinking – what do I really want to see. What do I really want to do with my time? Oh dear, I’ve become used to staying at home and watching stupid series. And you?
Now that we’re leaving home we think a lot about what to wear, and I look into my closet and don’t know what to throw out. Not only because I don’t know what the styles will be but I don’t know what I will be doing, how hot it will get, whether I will be with others… or what. The idea of another generation like the post-pandemic post-war roaring 20’s is fascinating, but how much further can we go?
Pressure, yes. I don’t know anyone who follows the news – they say it’s too painful, so they stay away. From my first time in Israel I learned that no one ever missed the news. It was turned up loud in the bus, in the grocery, every hour. Even if we were deep in a conversation, we stopped for the news. We knew that our fate depended on it.
It’s different now. Our inability to really understand what is going on makes the news painful without being informative. Why are we being told what we are told? Is it true? Is it slanted? Is it shaped by the government, by some advertisers, by attention-seekers? Is it meant to scare us? comfort us? deceive us? Perhaps it is better to avoid the news, feel no pain.
but what is really going on? makes you nervous, doesn’t it?