Did you miss me?
I did too
I spent Shvuot in Metulla, pretty much resting. There were innumerable poetry readings and discussions – formal and informal – and wonderful people to meet – but i was too tired to attend more than the session in which I participated and promise many poets I’d catch up with them later. Even my cellphone ran out of juice so i effectively couldn’t communicate with the world.
Of course I exaggerate, and perhaps even prevaricate. Not only did I run into long-lost friends on the pastoral streets of Metulla, and even share intellectual meals with some of the best minds I know, but I got to see my old-time college buddy, Ricky, who lives pretty much at the end of Israel.
This is the part that always strikes me most when i am in this town – the fact that people of my heart dwell under the extremely watchful high-tech eyes of the hizballah. From her kitchen window Ricky can wave hello every morning to the same people who left her souvenirs of rocket shells a few short years ago. From our hotel window, we could see that there is a concrete factory, a quarry, and lots of shiny electronic eyes looking back. I tried to get a shot of the mezuzah on the door of my room and the hizballah camp visible from the hallway but the angle didn’t quite fit. When Ezi comes back from picking up Shusha we’ll put some pictures up for you.
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