Tel Aviv Diary September 15-20, 2006- - Karen Alkalay-Gut

Tel Aviv Diary - september 15, 2006 - Karen Alkalay-Gut

September 15, 2006

So here we are in a glass house and everyone inside is throwing stones.

I wonder if you can commit suicide by stoning yourself?

We should have been analyzing the feats and defeats of the army a month ago. Instead we're just beginning to sling mud. By now we should have regrouped and reorganized the way the hizballah and hamas are doing.

And with glass falling all over the place, we covered the boardwalk in Tel Aviv this afternoon, with the rest of the residents. From the Electric Company, we strolled down along the sea with the sun setting into the Mediterranean at our side.

And then we went home and watched Avigdor Liberman on television and this epitome of right-wing extremism actually made sense. So the whole effect of the Tel Aviv sunset on the beach was lost. The evening suddenly became depressing.

September 16, 2006

one day late. Not only did I not get to write, but I missed more than half the things I was supposed to get to yesterday. And only because of overload. It may appear like everyone's trying to get everything in before the holidays - but then i remember that we're always trying to get everything in. But I missed the Regatta in the morning, because we had to be in Zichron for lunch and on the way back we stopped at Shira's in Carcur for an amazing dress before Ezi had to stop in at work and missed the new years' party at Dalia. By the time I made it to the poetry reading and concert of Yarona Caspi, I was wondering at the necessity of poetry when measured against the necessity of sleep. But sleep was soon forgotten. Despite the incredibly uncomfortable seats of Tmuna (the same ones that gave me backache at Levontin 7 - wooden folding chairs) and the extended length of the evening, we were pretty much hypnotized by the evening. The poets, like Rony Sommek, Raquel Halfi, and Rafi Weichert, now given their deserved element and attention, were magnificent, and Yarona Caspi's arrangements of their songs varied and surprising. The combination of rock music and straight poetry did both genres good.

September 17, 2006

When someone says you are quarrelsome and negative, how do you counter it? Do you hit them in the face? Do you make a list of your antithetical traits? Do you invite them to discuss the issue over dinner?

We are so filled with self-questioning there is never a moment when we are free of the issue. Here's an example: An Israeli recently arrives at London's Heathrow airport. As he fills out a form, the customs officer asks him: "Occupation?" The Israeli promptly replies: "No, just visiting."

September 18, 2006

The whole incident with the Pope is very upsetting. It seems that the reaction confirms the quote. And yet almost all the Moslems I know are peaceloving.

I'm sorry I won't be able to write more - but i was tied up today. Literally. I finally got my appointment for physiotherapy at the health clinic, which is deep underground below the shopping center. And the prescription was for stretching. I got put on the machine, strapped in to the two seperate halves of the bed, and, as they proceeded to seperate, the electricity went. So I was lying in the dark, tied to what they used to call a 'wheel' and listening to the maintenance people out in the hall wondering over what to do. "Just wait a few minutes," the therapist told me,and then disappeared. After half an hour I just broke loose and escaped. Now is this line of treatment something i want to pursue? I've always believed in socialized medicine but this is ridiculous.

I think I may have mentioned this before - the Maccabi clinic is next door to Mcdonald's. There is something similar not only in their name but their menu.

September 19, 2006

As Ramadan nears, I can't help feeling, thank goodness I'm not Muslim. Fasting from ten minutes before dawn to sunset! In the past - before medications and stuff - i could handle Yom Kippur - but with a lot of praying, napping, and complaining. But a whole month! And while daily life goes on! All these fasts are about who really owns your body, who gets to decide not only what you put into it and when, but when you live and die. And I don't mind the idea of the decision of death being in some greater power's hands - but I want control of my stomach.

Anyway this can't be what a Divinity enjoys doing with its time, force-feeding and starving. Come on, there are holy wars to organize!

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