Today I took the big step – I changed my cardiologist. My heart hasn’t been the same since this government took over and it’s really hard to get to my cardiologist in Ichilov. I’m pretty sure my medications are the reason I have no energy, and although they work 90% of the time, I have a feeling there should be some more intense investigation. When I put all my medical portfolio together, it’s really surprising that I’m still walking around. I place the blame on this government which surprises me every day with new blows below the belt and I have to take a break from the news.
Here we are in the month of Elul, the last month of the year, and we’ve got to get things straight before the new year and the day of atonement. We have to understand what has to be done to alleviate this terrible situation. From the bottom up. From random violence in the streets to the threat of atomic attacks. All the violence is connected – all the indifference to climate change, all the indifference to global reaction, all the indifference to human lives.
Have you noticed that people are a little crazier than usual? That, yes, we have to solve disputes first by talking. But now the minute we start talking our voices become louder and louder so we don’t have to hear the other side. Fascinating. At the beginning of what was called “the reform” I had a conversation with a religious man I know and I mentioned that I am not happy living under a religious dictatorship. “Why?” he said, “How would your life change? Would it matter to you that you have to wear sleeves?” That was the worst scenario he could imagine for me. Now we’re separating men and women, and studies have shown that this leads to depression for the people depressed. I am going to be seeing this guy again soon and I am sure our conversation will be quite different. The worst scenario is much worse. And we probably won’t be able to talk.
Eight ladies sit in the middle of a pretty empty theater in the matinee watching Barbie. And we enjoyed it. But for me the greatest part was leaving the theater and seeing crowds of young people – male and female – in costume waiting in line to get in.
There is something about Dizengoff Center that is so extreme, so perverted, so permissive that drives me wild.
I don’t mean children orphaned from their parents. I mean grandparents orphaned from their children. Children who are leaving the country because the opportunities are better somewhere else. Too many of my friends have said goodbye to the grandkids they helped raise knowing they will do well far away. They raised their children in a wonderful nurturing environment – but the next generation will grow up in a different education and culture. Unless…..
We see this ad on the bus and I’m thinking, “what kind of fuss will the haredim make about such nudity?” And at that very moment Ezi exclaims in ecstasy, “Those are exactly the shorts we wore when I was growing up – with the pockets showing! They’re back!”
We are sitting in an elegant cafe, Reviva, and having a very civilized conversation about keeping fit, and all I can think of is what it can feel like to drop an enemy. I would really have to hate in order to pull it off, and there are a very very few people that I could imagine hating – and it wouldn’t be an anonymous enemy.
So what can it be like to come up to someone sitting by a carwash with his son and shoot them point blank? You have to really not see them as individuals and really hate them as a group.
I’m thinking about this as I intently watch a very pretty young girl at the table next to ours, and suddenly I realize she has switched places so that she’s behind a potted plant where I can’t see her. I must have been trying to visualize what it was like to be a terrorist too much in my attempt to understand them. If you are the girl who was at Reviva’s tonight, and you felt endangered, I apologize.