No conversation I had today mentioned the possibility of a cease fire. No one dares hope. We’ve had two years of fake news and now we believe in nothing. And any chance of good tidings disrupts the little equilibrium we have.
But I seem to have fallen for some of it – I’m wearing pajamas tonight.
how much hope can a people maintain. W e are witnessing massive smuggling of weapons coming in from Egypt to Gaza just as a ceasefire is being promised within days. The settlements on the Egyptian boarder and the spotters warn of an imminent invasion. And this is just a detail. There is so much going on in the air and on the ground, and at the same time we are talking about imminent ceasefire – one that has no knowledge of what is going on the ground.
aa few days ago I had a flu shot. While Ezi had no reaction at all,I felt every single germ -went to bed with fever. But by the day after I recovered and was back in business, ready for the COVID shot.
The COVID shot, however, has knocked me for a loop, and I seem to have written something illegible on my diary. I’m still knocked out, so I won’t dare analyze Bibi’s UN speech. But anyway I would have realized if I were in fourth grade that this speech could only be understood by a criminal investigator. this is a man trying to escape the truth.
the cards clinched it,
and now I’m going back to sleep.
tomorrow I’m going to try to get up, and spend the day apologizing to all the people whose parties I missed.
as i finished my bed time ritual - the rockets sirens came. and now i won't sleep all night. "Do you think your country is in such existential danger? "my friend writes me from abroad. "YES." and then i take make shows off and then fell asleep.
Avoiding the reality of the mess we’re in is not like “the banality of evil”. it’s hard work. As each avenue of opposition disappears, and we are more and more helpless, it becomes more and more apparent that we can fall apart or ignore the situation.
From every moment I spent in the kitchen with my mother, I cannot recall seeing a single written recipe. But when this card fell out of a bunch of old photographs, I saw my memory must have failed me. .
I had a problem with the translation because she uses a word of measuring that doesn’t exist in the dictionary. I assume ‘tepl’ means cup.
Lokshen kugel
2 eggs
4tbsp sugar
¼ tsp salt
1 teacup of shredded apple
½ teacup of raisins
4 cups wide lockshen
3 tbsp fat or margarine
Bake at 400 for 40 minutes
This sharing of a recipe reminded me that my mother was separated from her family when she married, and there was probably no chance for her to cook in the years they were escaping, or they were refugees, or they were under fire. How could she have remembered recipes? And yet she managed a good facsimile – good enough to be considered a wonderful cook by all the guests she fed with joy.
Ezi spends a lots of time thinking about how Gaza will be renewed -he’s thinking about the logistic and the complications. and he is looking for solutions that will allow the residentsto rebuild and our neighbor is going down south every day to help the people of Nir Oz rebuild. All this gives me the feeling that the desire for life might be stronger than the threat of death.