Tel Aviv Diary -
October 13-17, 2013 - Karen Alkalay-Gut October 13, 2013
We talked politics tonight. Not that any one has any faith in anything but it's been so long since we've all discussed the ideas, what actually people stand for. And I managed to insult some very nice woman by saying something nasty about Romney so that she stopped speaking to me for the evening. She made one major point - what if he wins. And it suddenly became clear - whatever happens in all the elections, we'll have to live with it. October 14, 2012 After we week of struggles with my newly fixed computer it went back to the shop today. The mouse kept flying all over, and couldn't be re-installed. It made me want to stop writing anything altogether, and now I'm sorry I didn't give it back to them right away, thinking it was my problem. It seems to be a chronic problem, and it always takes me a while to realize that the fault is not with me, but with the machinery. Okay, sometimes it is with me. But not this time. You will pardon the extension but this goes for politics too. It's still hard for me for admit that we had the right to stop the Marmara.
October 17, 2012 Where was I? The season has begun. All the people we haven't seen all summer have returned. And we have to see them all right away. I'll never make it through this month. I mean there is so much to talk about - elections, elections, revolutions.... I've been listening to the radio to hear Izhar Ashdot's latest song that was banned from Galei Zahal the other day. Because of its warning to soldiers of how one gets accustomed to violence, "A Matter of Habit," written by Alona Kimchi was determined problematic for soldiers - but it is allowed everywhere else - and yet although I heard him speaking about the song on the radio, and have read about it in the papers, I have yet to hear it. Haaretz talked about it last two days ago. I do understand the army's request, and I understand the imperative of the song.
On the other side of the scale, I watched the tv program on Gilad Shalit. It is one year since he was freed after five years in captivity, and he still captures our hearts. But this documentary, which apparently even he didn't like, was simply schmaltz. Dramatic piano music told us when to feel suspense, joy, sadness,love. What a great guy, and what a stupid film.