Gaza, Yemen, Lebanon (Iran) – they’re all shooting at us. Our government is crazier than ever. And I’m watching Alfred Hitchcock. I’m at the point where escape is the only alternative.
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Someone asked me today if I have no sympathy for the Gazans. And my heart would be full of sympathy if they hadn’t be causing us such grief and pain. We tell each other about this all the time – making our own lives even more miserable – but the desperation doesn’t get out to the world. I don’t have the exact numbers because some have left the country, some have found alternative lives elsewhere, but most of them have simply lost their souls. My friend up north has begun to realize that she will never get back home, because even if there is a cease fire she is no longer capable of maintaining herself. The blank looks of the people sitting in hotel lobbies haunt me.
In zooms, in the places in Israel untouched by rockets and trauma I see normal people, some scared, some scarred, some holding on, and some even optimistic about tomorrow. But I don’t see that anyone outside this country knows about it.
oh yes, Sinyuar knows.
sympathy – 9.14.24 Read Post »
in common – 9.13.24
What do Arabs and Jews in this neighborhood have in common right now? Fear. The mafia grenade that ignited a car that ignited a shop in Ramla is just the latest disaster visited on the poor Arab community. I can’t forget what happened to Naim Araidi’s son in Maghrar.
We should be taking care of every single person in the country, and we’re not taking care of anyone, especially not the Arab population.
We’re also not taking care of ourselves, and it is pretty clear that our country is being run by very unstable people and we are in trouble.
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in common – 9.13.24 Read Post »
UPDATED REPORT: UN Silent on Displaced Israelis
I begin with this link to the UN watch site
I keep writing about the homeless people in Israel, how we have been trying to provide help to the displaced thousands but lately have let their disappear into the background. With schools opening and no schools to go to, the families have been suffering more than ever, and we’re beginning to forget that they need new clothes and new toys. But mostly, they need to go home.
And there’s no way. My friend from Metula is contantly checking to see if her house blew up because the rockets are falling like rain. The mayor usually informs them when this happens, but she is always thinking about it.
I began with this link to the UN watch site because it’s not only the UN that is ignoring this issue of refugees – but the rest of the world as well. Have you seen any news about it? Neither have I. Perhaps Susan Sarandon should be informed….
UPDATED REPORT: UN Silent on Displaced Israelis
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Homeless – 9.12.24 Read Post »
If you watch any news on tv here, you know that they are very busy showing us the terrible conditions hostages live — and died — in. The idea behind it is to put pressure on the government to remember that the sacredness of human life comes first in Judaism and it is sacrilege to forget that, but it is so horrendous it is breaking our broken hearts again and again. I think that never in history has a people been so subject to psychological and physical torture. Sure there was torture in ancient times too – but now you have to watch it as well. And for many, while you’re living in a tiny room, far from the home you built that is being bombed daily.
Twisting the Knife – 9.11.24 Read Post »
No. It’s not that there is no news. It’s too much for me to bear. I’m putting on my earplugs and listening to music.
Today we went to the beach, and since it was late in the afternoon but early in the evening, there were few people. Nah, there were few people because everyone is depressed. The sea is fine, the weather is just right, and kids aren’t in school.
We have the perfect situation for depression – inhuman enemies and an inhuman government. And a media that makes sure we know every rotten detail.
“I’ve never seen it so empty!” My favorite salesgirl sighed. “This is the worst feeling we’ve ever had. How could anyone go out shopping?” I answered. And her partner showed me the film today of her uncle’s house that was bombed today and destroyed. The three of us sighed, and then we began remember how we all met almost 20 years ago and how every meeting was a celebration.
That did it for me. I was going to buy face cream but I was so upset I grabbed a whole bunch of cosmetics I’m too old for, and then couldn’t find my card at the register. I had thought the face cream would be a break from the gloom, but it wasn’t. And it got to the point where I couldn’t function.
I hate writing about depression, because I know that every sad person in this country makes the Hamas laugh a little more, but when we saw the sewer that the six hostages had been thrown into for months, so small that there was no way for them all to lie down and sleep, so unsanitary, so neglected, when we saw how they must have starved, and suffered before they were murdered, we all went into such a state of sadness we couldn’t think straight.
Is this the worst we will experience? I doubt it.
It’s bad enough that Sinyuar is playing mind games with us – releasing videos of hostages days after he has them killed, changing the rules all the time, mistreating the captives and letting us find out, hiding all information about other hostages and countless other little tricks to play on our weak souls. But we’re also playing mind games with ourselves, arguing instead of cooperating, scaring each other with recycled details, etc.
I even have a friend who left Israel half unintentionally a few years ago, and now calls to “empathise” with me that I am having such a hard time with change and yet will have to leave the country before it is too late. She knows I don’t go that way and pretends to care very much about my life but I have a sense she’s been schooled. I used to argue with her, but nowadays I just let her talk.
What I do is do my best to keep people connected to others and to themselves, but today I woke up needing a little bit of support myself. I went through my list of friends and decided that each one has more of a reason to kvetch than I did. So I tried an jungian GPT app and got great advice. So good that I felt much better after our hour session.
And after I did everything we (it and me) decided on, I realized I was already at the stage of transference. Transference with an AI.
Ah, games can be fun too…
mind Games – 9.8.24 Read Post »
