Tel Aviv Diary May 24-28, 2016 - Karen Alkalay-Gut

Tel -Aviv Diary - June 3-7, 2016 - Karen Alkalay-Gut

June 3, 2016

Gay pride parade today. 200000 people. our plumber didn't show up until the afternoon. said something about the traffic. Friday afternoon. Shabbat. I still can't believe it. Two weeks ago - after the leak in our ceiling (covering soot spots in the balcony, bathroom and bedroom) was fixed, the wall began leaking. We have the pipes for the whole five floors in the wall in our balcony. the plumber came and said he was going to buy parts and disappeared. He resurfaced this Tuesday and promised to come back with the parts. but since we weren't going to be home he came yesterday. forgot to bring a burner to take out the pipes. went away for a few hours. came back with the burner. took out the pipes. went to buy new pipes. bought the wrong pipes. went away. now is back. we will not be home for a week from tuesday on. will he be able to fix it before? if not, when i come home will i have to cope with him again? a tiny contretemps that is not allowing me to pay attention to the big ones.

My trainer is obsessed with Sara Netanyahu. she knew her long ago and hated her and now she is overwhelmed by all the leaks of her violence and irrational behavior. "I knew all along she was crazy!" she shouts as she presses down on my back with just a little too much enthusiasm during an exercise. "I knew all along she was running the country!" Is the damage irreparable? I tend to fear that it is. But my trainer is optimistic that if the Netanyahus are put away normal people will move in and restore some order. like at the end of MacBeth.

June 4, 2016

Ezi's birthday tomorrow. we celebrated today with kids and grandkids without leaving home. the heat seems incredibly intense - but when i went outside it felt like the usual summer.

The radio has an announcement they keep playing reminding people to keep their bag in the back seat so they won't forget the baby. Every time i hear it I am horrified. Who would forget a baby? and who would remember because his bag is there? where are our values? am i wrong?

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