Why should I drive myself crazy over whether the lockdown continues or not?  I’m not going anywhere in any case until Ezi passes his serology somewhere in the second week of February.  And all my voting and campaigning hasn’t ever resulted in getting the government I wanted.  And sometimes I’ve discovered that I voted wrong, or campaigned for the wrong person.  I’m giving up.  Staying home and watching the dumbest series I can find.  

And trying to write wise or funny things.   

All right, I’ll admit it – I suddenly realized that I have been seeing the Labor Party all wrong for 50 years.  My family was devoted to the Labor Party because of its socialism, and the party today seems to follow in this basic theory. But the more I learn about the history of the factories here, the more I understand why there is such bad blood inherited between the haves and have-nots here.  

And I should have seen because I was in the middle of it.   When i came here in 1972 and didn’t get the job I was promised at the University of Tel Aviv, I went to meet a friend of a friend in the Histadrut, the workers’ union.  We met many times at Cafe Olga, where all the officials from Labor party had lunch.  And at last I was offered the position of cultural administrator.  

I was so totally unfit for the job, and maybe that was mutually understood, because I don’t remember ever getting something in writing.  But the fact that I had lunch with all these guys wearing white shirts and blue jackets and no tie means I too had ‘connections’ – probably through my father.   How did I not realize that the job offer was a sign of a corrupted system?  

or maybe the fact that there is no evidence of my job offer means he was just trying to get rid of his obligations by offering me a job I couldn’t take…