Tel Aviv Diary - September 5-9, 2014 - Karen Alkalay-Gut

September 5-9, 2014

September 5, 2014

You might know this story, but I haven't seen it in the Times and the UN hasn't mentioned it. So take a look at the tunnel pictures

This is a clip Panic Ensemble did a while ago but for some reason never popularized. I love it.

September 7, 2014

I couldn't write yesterday. She left me speechless. While I was trying to soothe a second grader and send her back to bed, she wept - "was that a rocket just now? We don't have a ceasefire soon and they'll start again, from all directions." I let her stay up and watch television with me.

Today was spent in the pain clinic of Ichilov. I think all the other people under 80 were accompanying their grandparents. "What's a young chick like you doing here?" the 85 year old lady next to me with a sore shoulder asked. I tell her my age and my osteo-arthritis and my 6 disk tsores. "At my age," she said, "you don't complain any more. No one will listen." So I had my epidural and kept quiet.

September 9, 2014

I think the epidural is working - I made it through this morning at Ichilov waiting for Ezi's hematologist - and am pleased to be rewarded for the waiting with good news. More remission.

More fun was "The Blaumilch Canal" we saw last night at the Cameri, about an escaped mental patient who acquires a jackhammer and begins to drill in the main street of tel aviv, finally opening the main road to the sea. The municipality closes ranks behind him and claims the road was transformed into a canal by design. I thought it would be just a rehash of the film about the chaos of bureaucracy in Tel Aviv (and the entire country) but it turned out to be much more contemporary. Contemporary to the point that the present mayor of Tel Aviv himself, Ron Huldai, played one of the bureaucrats.

One of the most interesting things about this play is that it could also be a parable of the entire political situation today in the world, the way we have let the floodgates open and now closed ranks.

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