Big Opening night at the Cameri Theater. To a full house of celebrities, the play “What’s Happened to Us” brought continuous laughter. The mayor of Tel Aviv, the central comedians in the country, and I even wound up sitting next to my dermatologist (also the doctor of the prime minister’s wife) who explained to me that this was the most prestigious place-to-be in the country tonight.
The play was concered with family, sexuality, and the importance of mothers. There was nothing about politics, global warming, terrorism, or the brain drain that we’re experiencing because in part of the politics.
The whole thing is incredibly suspicious. First they announced that Bibi was hospitalized for a heart attack, then they said it was a bit of sunstroke, then they implanted a monitor, And there is no designated substitute prime minister. Thank goodness, someone said, if he had appointed Yariv Levin to be his substitute the whole country would have had a heart attack.
And me too – I’ve been down that road of a suspected heart attack, and I know the protocol. That’s not sunstroke.
How awful when we can’t even trust our prime minister to tell the truth on anything.
There are so many reasons why it is more difficult to write a doctorate in Israel than it is elsewhere. The difficulty of obtaining resources, the fact that faculty are unpaid for these activities, that students are usually simultaneously fully employed, and that expert evaluators are sometimes influenced by national politics as well as international social differences. That’s why I’m always particularly pleased when my students make it through. Especially when they are dedicated to contributing to peace and health.
it seems to me the most productive effort one can make in education, to train a generation of teachers who will educate teachers.
i will miss this grenade very much. I have lost so many things in my past. First, when we moved from England and I lost my nanny. Then when I moved to Israel and left all my youthful memorabilia with my parents who had to dispose of it all when my father was stricken with a stroke. Then when I was divorced and left home with only my children and some cookware. This grenade was one of the first gifts I was given – and it doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to history.
Almost 50 years ago I received a gift from Aharon Megged. It was an antique clay hand grenade called “Greek Fire” and I cherished it because it was given to me by the Meggeds. But a few years ago it was declared illegal to keep archeological artifacts and we began to think of how to return it. Today we did it.
I can’t seem to get the pictures to come up right now, but it was truly an event. Watch this site.
There are different groups. Some just don’t understand what democracy is, some think that they are following the imperative of the Lord, some think they are revenging themselves on the privileged, some are just in for the power, some are protecting themselves from prison. There are different arguments for each group.
Unfortunately, none of us are talking.
I haven’t had a single debate with someone who is for the reform. Not that I’m a debater, but I think we’ve learned not to speak with each other during Covid. Let’s see what happens tonight and tomorrow when I’m going to push for a discussion.
Sure I see my family. On tv. My cousin was dragged along the floor at the knesset last night, my daughter and grandson were marching today, my friend was being pushed to the wall and arrested at the airport and I am staying in bed and resting while my blood pressure goes down.
I would have gone to the doctor but the road was blocked this morning by demonstrators. many of whom were my neighbors.