doubts and greetings Tomorrow I labor, I go back to that of the Po Valley, maybe I'll find that cold, but I doubt Hamlet, what do girls do? No, girls are not blond or brunette, curly or timid, this is not short of people, "the girls" are my beloved and faithful trekking sandals. I have affectionately nicknamed so because they entertain with a more intimate that we are always super great inseparable, what I would do "without" in all my recent travels? The girls are now conciatissime and I wonder about their future, leave them here in Tel Aviv or in your suitcase for a new 'last foray together? But does not seem right to liquidate any trash you who have faithfully served in many adventures, horror an end so that anonymous, therefore, uncertain about their fate, Meanwhile, I have captured, not fetish, but a picture they deserve.
From European in Tel Aviv there was really good, but the way I understood that this city is not representative of the Israeli reality is not like New York 's America, or rather, is unique, just one piece of the complex mosaic of a small country. Jerusalem is just outside of any framework, but also Tel Aviv, with skyscrapers and dilapidated houses, the latest fashion sushi bar all the windows and sand of the desert that always crops up in the shadow of the buildings, with its frenetic pace, its always filled with coffee, a melting pot human around at all hours, " the city does not want to grow old " defines no coincidence that the writer Elena Loewenthal. Many many contrasts and contradictions, there is good that it does nothing to hide, everything is in the light of the sun and I like that.
parts while the controversy raging in the country. In addition to the terrible end of the 42 people burned to death in the bus hit by fire, the tragedy of not know how many hectares of burnt Caramel gone (the green here is tough wins) and the search for causes that you have fears caused, there is a great confusion among the public because the country has proved totally unprepared to deal with the emergency. Apart from some small plane from the water capacity at least, Israel has no means to extinguish the fire, there was fortunately the help of several countries that have offered their own, but in the meantime the flames were advancing. How, you ask-people-understandably, a country that invests a lot in the "defense" and "security" in a similar predicament reveals disorganization and carelessness? Where is the vaunted efficiency? For three days, those who are not parties to lend a hand and they were many, were glued day and night in front of the TV, one of those moments in which the high level of political infighting almost disappears, as happens in major disasters. I hit my cousin for example, that the phone tells me that as soon as possible would go with the family to spend the weekend in a hotel in the area half burned. But everything is ruined, I tell you-what are you going to do? Fact-meets-need help and support to deal with the reconstruction.
I attended a demonstration for Human Rights (organized for the second year) in the square where Rabin was assassinated, attended by delegates of more than 130 different organizations. Before a minute's silence for the dead of Caramel, then the speeches on stage, greeting in English to refugees who do not speak Hebrew, various testimonies of Bedouins, Sudanese, Druze, communities that suffer most, the writer Sami Michael, president of 'Association for Civil Rights, with his writings as other intellectuals in the forefront of integration, for peace, for a more just world. I could understand the first words were scanned several times, we are here because ..... . not keep his mouth shut because the rest of me .... it translated into English for large spans a lady next to me ... choices for the State of openness and dialogue, who can really protect all its citizens as it did with fire.
It 's true that "there is no certainty of tomorrow" as he wrote Lorenzo de Medici, but I hope to come back again, maybe next year during the same period, for a supplement in the summer. I'm going home with a minimum of basic conversation, thanks to the patience of my lovely "prof." Lory, a young Italian-Israeli nonsense to my language always gives an encouraging and undeserved "hakavod kol", that is, congratulations, very well. We became friends. My first two words were learned with determination "American natul, necessarily, in my cigarette-coffee combination, from third party must be decaf, otherwise the sketch.
I port via pictures of some beautiful sunsets, dogs that run free on the shore and then that of a heron, I like to think it was always the same. Every day it appeared on the beach at the same time, about two in the afternoon. On the shore, oblivious to the people, peering up and down the quiet water and some fish sighted for the meal. The victim, sparkling with silver streaks on his squirming, then you saw him in his bill.
Maybe for the first time here I felt the sense of the Sabbath, I at least had the intuition, which are secular unrepentant. Sure, the Christian world on Sunday as a sacred day of rest, but the fact is that for the Jewish tradition the day ends at sunset and dusk starts the new one. If the transition from rest to occur at night, somehow do not see it, in fact, opened up late on Saturday to shop till you drop and then you wake up Sunday morning and the city sleeps. Here, we are certainly not religious in Jerusalem, about three o'clock in the afternoon of Friday, the city slowly begins to fall asleep for Saturday is coming, like a stage that turns off its lights, bars collect the chairs on the terraces, the shops pull down their shutters, people are rushing to buy the latest, seems like a good night when you still prepare for the day and also saw the gradual awakening the next morning, the traffic intensifies, the streets come alive. I'll be back with a double nationality, yes, now I have an Israeli passport as well as Italian. I thought a purely formal and bureaucratic not to have more problems at the airport, but it was not the case. When they handed me, the emotion was strong and I burst into tears. Identity as a kind of outing for which I have employed a life to become aware, I had believed no story, just a citizen of the world.
conclude these notes with the Israeli sand, stone and the words:
"In Tel Aviv, the sand is everywhere. Scalza concrete sidewalks. Draw the horizon. Deliver the foundations of homes. Just scratch the soil that make up the city, and the sand is there ..... Tel Aviv was built on sand. Materia almost insubstantial, fragile appearance, it is unable to stop anything ..... And above the sand moves the city. So is the city: unstable both in time and space. Tel Aviv is really the opposite of Jerusalem. This is the navel of the world, where time is no joke, everything is clear. Jerusalem is the place of beginning and eternity, where the creation has heard the tone. In Jerusalem controls the stone: a solid, immovable ". ( from" Tel Aviv "by Elena Loewenthal)
