We agreed to meet our old friends who are back in the country for a visit at their favorite restaurant. And their favorite restaurant was Keton. Keton is a tiny Jewish Restaurant on Dizengoff, and those who have been there in the old days say it hasn’t changed since 1945.
The food somehow reminded me of home. I couldn’t stop eating. Tsimmis, kasha, knish, liver. And when my plate was clean, I bought a kugel to take home.
it was a surprise to leave the place and be on Dizengoff.
Half asleep, I found myself watching “High Noon,” the 1952 film with Gary Cooper and Grace Kelley. “Why am I watching this instead of going to sleep, when any moment a Houti rocket may send me to the shelter and if I don’t sleep while I can, I’ll be too exhausted to make my exit in time?” I had been mulling over the success of the Houtis in cancelling many flights to Israel just by writing letters threatening world-wide attacks to the airline companies flying to Israel, and decided to take a break by going to old movies.
But there they were, the same excuses of the citizens who refused to join the sheriff in defending their town – the defenses that the sheriff isn’t perfect, that the problem isn’t theirs, that business will suffer, that they will be endangering themselves. Grace Kelley plays the Quaker bride who is only convinced at the end of the film that her intervention is necessary to save the life her love.
My beloved high-school history teacher, a Quaker himself, once told us that at a meeting the participants sat silent, not responding to an issue, until one old man stood up and in his frail voice said “Two skeletons were in a closet. For centuries they stood silent. Suddenly one turned to the other and said, “You know, if we had any guts we’d get out of here.”
I remembered that remark when I thought of the terrible implications of a country threatening international airlines – after their successful bout of indiscriminating attacks on shipping.
I have to admit – survivors is my most important book. Not my best, perhaps. But the first one I see as essential to get out before I die. I owe it to the generation of Holocaust survivors that are not here to tell their stories.
I’m in the middle of publishing my big work on poets and their graves, and it’s a book I put a lot of work into, but also my editor and my publisher put great efforts into – and the university has put their money where my mouth is. But Survivors is still my focus.
Friday is always the busiest day for me – and to top it off there was a friend’s poetry performance I couldn’t miss. So after the shopping for kids’ lunches and gym class and all that I was really beat. We both were beat. Just dropping off for a nap – AND THE SIREN goes off. Now we knew we were going to get a siren. After all, Trump just threw us under the bus with Yemen. And now he’s thrown us under the Saudi bus. So we’re pretty much sitting ducks, right?
I figured out now when to take a shower – right after an attack. There’s one attack, and they rest. So I wash.
One of the reasons I don’t write about politics here is because it hurts me so much. But today I was at a conference at the university that tried very hard to be optimistic. It began with an announcement of an enormous donation to the medical school that will allow the training of many more physicians. Then the president, Bougie Herzog tried to speak, but was interrupted by hecklers. This resulted in a much more powerful presence and stronger responses. But it gave me no answers.
Well, there was one answer – that he’s trying to be the president of all the people in this country. He has to try to bring everyone together. This was the jist of Yair Lapid’s talk as well – that we have to work on all the things we agree on and leave the less important things for later.
But there was also Einav Zangauker. And as much as people agree with her, the government policy seems to be working against the idea of a deal.
There were other speakers, and we had a concert to go to so we had to leave, and never got to hear the optimistic conclusion. What I understood was that everyone agrees that there should be happy end, but … how?
carousing? you think I’m carousing? that’s why I disappeared?
all right, we had a coffee and toast at the port last night. Lots of people passed by, but not many people are eating. Couples pass by – especially religious couples for whom a walk on the seashore is a date set up by the rabbi. And groups of boys or groups of girls. But none of the young people I’m used to. Maybe they’ve all been called up.
Hard to forget, even for a second – we are at war. There are many people whose bodies will never recover, people who are being beaten daily in tunnels, people who do not know if their loved ones are alive. Who’s carousing?
just to clarify the attack today. the Houtis have been attacking us for months. They get rockets from Iran and are getting their training by attacking us. The U,S, has been helping us shoot them down. But it is inevitable that they will get better and better. And so will we.
I’m more worried about the hostages.
I’m even more worried about the senility of the guy in charge of taking care of us.
I am soaped up the shower when Ezi starts shouting for me to get out and run down to the shelter. I manage to rinse off and throw something on.
there’s a passerby and a neighbor – that’s it.
ten minutes and we’re back home – watching the news to see where the rocket fell. Near the airport. Lufthansa cancels all flights. The other companies seem to be landing and taking off.
I cancel my shower and finish the cleaning of the kitchen I’d been avoiding. I don’t feel like finishing an article I promised to send.
the big picture:
A Houti rocket made a hole in the road near the airport. This is not good news, but the fact that they managed ti get through all the protective barriers is worse.
The prediction is that there will be a number of rockets in the near future.