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jewellery - 5.26.25

When Ezi first started buying me jewelry, about 45 years ago, we had no money at all, and he took me to a second hand jewelry shop in Yafo, Yacoby.  Sometimes there were gold necklaces, bracelets, and earrings with dirt on them.  Ezi explained that Beduin women sometimes only had their fortunes in their jewels, and they wore everything they owned.  But if there was too much to wear, or a danger to the wearer, they hid the jewels in the earth and dug them up to sell them in their hour of need. 

Jewelry means much more than decoration, much more than beauty and I see it on myself.  I love fun baubles, but since October 7, I haven’t been able to wear any jewelry except for my stark earrings and a protest necklace with a yellow ribbon.  The only exception was my 80th birthday party.  I haven’t buried my jewelry, but my heart.

 

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driving along - 5.25.25

A poem by Shai Aran 

88FM

 

I too, like you, Martyrius,  am made of Eros and of dust along the long and
winding road….

 

Leaving
Al Quds.

I
drive. First rain. I notice

gray
poodle-cloud, lonely.

above,
behind, beyond:  Holy Sites:

well
you know them all:

Golded
Mosque, Sepulchred Church, Wall wailing,

 

Via
dolorosa! downward, Dead Sea bound, desert road, down, down

Like
Alice’s rabbit hole “down and down she went”.

And
I the fuck am Alice.

88fm   plays

Bowie,
ERM –I’m loosing my religion

Philadelphia
Freedom

 

88
plays U2, me: one

On
88fm  as I

(down,
down desert road

raped,
gutted into primordial rock) 

drive,

88
jumps, crackles,  melds into Palestine

Ya  albi, ya nafsi min eli shuftni

And
oud, tuneful, subsumes rock

and
rolls

over
Kol Yisrael,

Joining
Jerico. Huna Aricha

 

88
fm resonates no more

Kevesh
Milut says the sign,

Escape
Road it explains,

guiding
the perplexed.

Sounds
of crying  camels, tethered. Burning
dung.

Along
the road, led loaded donkeys defeated in diminished desert.

 

 

 

First rains bounce parched
dust, beige rocks

The last of the thistles.

I turn on wipers, Eini
Aleik , eini eini alek chortles  Huna
Aricha

Keeping my eyes on the road,
(99 miles from LA..I see you, I hold you)
The windshield is covered with rain

I turn right sharp, past El
Azaria

Norrowly avoiding  Abu Dis

Ma kore I ask the machsom guys.

They wave me into Maale
Adumim.

Coffee before Yeshivat
tsevet, in Mamlachti Gimel.

 

 

  

The Monastery of  St. George  overlooking Wadi Qelt carved into the rock.

Built in the 5th Century. The monastery is located in the Judean Desert, between Jerusalem and Jericho. 

 

 

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mystery part 2 - 5.25.25

in August, 1939, my parents were provided with visas to Palestine.  They sent a lift to Haifa and wore their summer clothes.  But when they  arrived in Haifa, they were refused entry.  Someone from their home town had informed the authorities that my father had been jailed for communist activities.  My father had been in the Bund. 

They were sent back to Danzig in despair.  By then, the Pevzners had themselves escaped to Switzerland, but somehow managed to work with my aunt Malcah, who was then beginning to engage in underground activities, to provide temporary agricultural visas to England.  Malcah also arranged warmer clothing for them to survive the journey from Danzig to Vleisingen.  

This last part I know from my mother’s stories, but I didn’t have the connections until I spoke with Avi.

i can now fit in the papers i have about what they had when they left Danzig and how they arrived in England.

But now i have to find out how exactly they were provided with papers, how the long trip was arranged, and how  and when my parents renewed their connection with the Pevsners in the ’60s when they went to Israel.  

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mystery of History solved - 5.24.25

there are moments when I remember everything about my family’s past.  other times I can’t remember what i ate for lunch.  

Here is the story:

We sit down to a dinner at Etti and Gadis, and we know no one at the table.  The man next to us introduces holds out his hand and introduces himself, “Avi Pevsner.”  I find myself responding “Pevsner…your father saved my parents’ lives.”  He doesn’t know what to say, but I feel he is worried about spending an entire evening with this mad woman.  “Danzig, August, 1939.  He got them out just before the Nazi’s invaded.” 

“Yes,” he says, “I was born in Danzig.  My father was in charge of the Jewish Agency there.” 

Every detail he told me about his family’s escape sparked a memory in me, not only that moment, but the whole night long – especially when the alarms of rockets from Gaza and Yemen broke up my sleep.

  

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The Shelter - 5.23.25

(side note – some of you have been complaining that I don’t write enough about politics.  Sorry – but until I can put my money where my mouth is, I’m not going to say more.  I think it’s pretty clear where I stand, and that’s enough.) We talk about politics all the time since every detail of our lives is influenced by even the tiniest decisions in politics – but that’s not what i want to talk about all the time here.)

At a birthday party in Metula today, a woman rendered her sympathies that I am living in a city being bombed daily.  After all the sympathy I had extended to my Metula friends for a year and a half.

And I couldn’t even remember if I’d raced to the shelter the night before (I had).  Why?  Because so much is going on all the time, and we get so little sleep, it’s hard to think straight.  We don’t get back to sleep easily after we’ve been bombed so we’re missing a few hours every day.  But we fill up every waking hour well, thank you.

 

 

 

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sleep - 5.22.25

I fell asleep while writing this last night.  The alarms in the middle of the night have ruined what’s left of my normal bedtime.  And then we were awakened around 2, but I decided to stay in the hallway and not go down to the shelter because I was so sleepy it was clear I’d trip.  

It was amazing to me that I slept at all, after I had a long conversation with some people from the Gaza envelope, people who had been born there and have always felt their lives were in danger every day.  I’ve always been far away from this, usually feeling I had some control over my safety, some choice about where to hide.  But the murder in Washington, the stories of the kibbutznikim, the constant bombing of civilians in Israel, is beginning to make it look impossible.

Hope I can take a nap today.

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groneman - 5.20.25

Hard to believe we haven’t been there before, the neighborhood pizzeria in the park.  kiddies, movies, 2 kinds of delicious pizzas (I had both), good beer on tap, and that’s all.  For some reason we’ve been having all kinds of reasons to meet friends in restaurants in the past weeks, our old haunt in Tel Baruch, Keton on Dizengoff, etc.  And the only one that disappointed me was Tel Baruch – not because of the food, which was the same as always – fine – but because the noise was deafening and the manager refused to turn it down.  While my phone kept telling me to get out of that environment –  I wanted to stay and enjoy the sunset over dessert.  But I didn’t.  And I don’t know if Groneman, with its meager menu, might replace my ‘regular’ place.

Why am I talking about food when our neighbors are running out of supplies?  I cannot believe any Jew would use food as a weapon.  It’s all we think about.  Something has gone terribly wrong with us.

 

 

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Freedom of the Press - 5.18.25

If you read the papers or watch the news on tv it is clear that the press is against the government, and expresses this opposition at every opportunity.  It is a given.  Except for channel 14.  And most of the people I know agree with the press.  But the government is now working on laws to control the media.  

After all, the press is getting in the way of the government, encouraging opposition, keeping attention focussed on the hostages, reminding the country of the foibles and other limitations of the leaders,  and so much more.  It is always painful to watch or read the news here – and wonderful – that there is so much daring and openness.    

I’m not the kind of person who dares to speak when I think I’m not wanted – I wonder how I would behave under opposition.  I hope I would dare to say what I think – but I’m not sure.

 

 

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