There we were sitting on the porch at Pappa’s and discussing the “Take Back the Night” demonstration tomorrow and two street cats begin to converse. from the amount of meowing and face touching we were sure it was a courtship discussion but the waitress who saw things from different angles pointed out that the discussion was between males. Eventually we understood that the whole thing was over some food and the white cat gave it, walking away with the greatest of dignity. But it could well have been a sexual conflict – after all, this is the middle of tel aviv.
I stared at the computer yesterday and couldn’t for the life of me find a way to write. Not that things hadn’t happened, but that the sense it makes is too whimpery to relate. Bibi sitting in the gay center where the children were killed. The polls that say that Tsipi is far more popular than Bibi. The inability of our faculty to get ourselves together to do anything about the direction of the university. The statement that the Israelis killed Arafat. The UN decision that the Hamas committed war crimes. it’s all mixed together and there is no way to have a pure opinion or emotion about anything. This morning I turned to Sayyed Kashua first when the paper arrived and his column has the same blankness and confusion.
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