Tel Aviv Diary March 13-17, 2008 - Karen Alkalay-Gut

Tel Aviv Diary - March 13, 2008

So here we are again in the situation of "it all started when he hit me back." I am putting all my cards on Tsipi Livni because she seems to be the only one who sees that.

Most of the time I try to ignore the fact that I find the men in my government adolescent and short-sighted and the increasing extremism on both sides terrifying, The people I am in contact with every day come from both extremes as well as all the degrees of center, and I want to treat them all as I would want to be treated - as a human being. But today I met a man who for the first time in our long acquaintance avoided my eyes in such a way that I knew the reason was political. I suddenly realized he saw me as an enemy and we would not be able to bridge that gap - certainly not with humor and good will alone.

For those of you who wanted to see Panic Ensemble but miss the performances, here are some Videos

Interview

obsessions

jewish women

on this night

love soup

March 14, 2008

Ezi's in the hospital. When we know what's wrong I'll get back to you.

March 15, 2008

He's still in the hospital - will be for a while. There is much to tell about in the hospital and environs but I'm out of focus until we get a diagnosis.

March 16, 2008

Nothing yet. Friday and Saturday (Sabbath - skeleton staff) were given to stabilizing him and Sunday was the first days of real exploratory tests. Monday will be the day of a few possible conclusions.

March 17, 2008

Okay lets give Ezi some privacy and let's invade Bibi Netanyahu's secret world. All these years we have been hearing strange stories about Bibi - how he doesn't pay people who work for him, how he runs up enormous tabs in restaurants, how he has no concept of how normal people live regular lives. All of a sudden there's a story about his expenses during the Lebanon War two years ago. His expenses may be illegal, but they are not what bother me - what bothers me is that there were millions of people hiding in shelters and he had not a word of comfort for them, just went to the theater.

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