Who has time to breathe before Passover? Even the dermatologist (who once again cauterized the nail of my poor toe) had a madhouse in his otherwise cultured and artistic waiting room. I watched the news there over the heads of four little blond girls, learning about the crazy decisions to cut the building of the underground emergency units in Ashkelon Hosptial. While the news was all about breaking boundaries and lobbies twisting logical government decisions to fit the will of minorites, I watched one little girl purposely drop her paper cup of water on the parquet floor and step away, as her sister destroyed the candlabra and the tablecloth. I sat speechless as Ezi commented on the news – “What should we expect? If only 50% of the non-religious vote in elections, we don’t have a right to complain that the extreme parties take over.” Yes, I’m always speechless when I should be working towards having a voice. As Ezi’s mother used to say, “we won’t let them s— on our heads. We’ll open our mouths!”
For a petition against the madness in Barzalei Hospital in Ashkelon, and the responsibile assistant Minister of Health, press here . It’s in Hebrew though.
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