Shalom everybody!
I hope everybody is feeling as good as I am. It is simply so wonderful to be surrounded by such amazing friends that I rarely get to see, in a place that I love that I rarely get to visit.
I have just had a lovely Shabbat. Yesterday I spent a large part of the day playing with my friend's 4 year old little daughter, Navah. I have completely fallen in love with her. At first she was very shy and didn't want anything to do with me, but bit by bit she came to and we became very good friends. She is just like my niece Gudrun, only younger, browneyed instead of blueeyed, and speaks Hebrew all the time, instead of Icelandic. The last bit has forced me to speak Hebrew. A child doesn't understand that somebody might not have spoken Hebrew for a long time, or might have limited knowledge or understanding. She constantly asks me questions and demands answers, or she does things that necessitate comments, so I have to speak Hebrew. Last night when I was cuddling with her she said the cutest thing to me. She said: "You are not my mother, but you are like another mom". Then she asked "do you have a little girl?". I said no. Then she said: "Do you have a little girl like me in America?". That was so adoreble! Her mother is originally from America, so she hears us speak English, and I sound just like an American when I talk, so of course the 4 year old child would assume that I come from America. It was just a charming little question "do you have a little girl like me in America". Then she wanted me to read her story books. Matters got complicated when she got children's books in Hebrew. Like most of you probably realise, people who are inexperienced when it comes to Hebrew (such as I am), read Hebrew slowly and with difficulty. But she insisted I'd read it. So I read it! And she was very pleased. She then got a children's book in German (that her mother uses to teach her Yiddish). I don't know any German, so that's harder. The book had photos of all kinds of objects: Food, garden tools, clothes, everything. She kept asking "ma ze, ma ze? (what is it). If I told her I didn't know the word for a particular item, she told it to me. If I made a mistake, she corrected me and quietly moved on. She conscientiously went through the entire book! So I got a Hebrew lesson from an adore little 4 year old Israeli girl. How sweet is that?
I have actually had several funny incidents with Hebrew already. My Hebrew is FAR from what it used to be, but it's very easy to learn a language that you have once known. For instance, I might not remember the word for something, but if somebody says it to me, I'll understand, and then I'll remember it again. The other day for example, I got into a conversation with a female security guard in Jerusalem. She was going through my things and she saw I had bought a book with Hebrew verb tables. I'm nervous to speak Hebrew, so I addressed her in English. She saw my book, smiled and said: "Ahh, ba'ulpan at lomedet?" (You study at ulpan?). So I think to myself: What the heck, I might as well speak Hebrew... I've had similar experiences when people ask me questions. My first reaction is to get nervous and think that perhaps I should just say that I don't speak Hebrew. Then I realise that I know exactly what they're saying, and what to answer, so I might as well answer. If the conversation were to get long and complex I would end up having problems though, since my Hebrew is limited.
Next week is quite booked. Tomorrow I intend to take a trip to the north, to visit the city of Tzfat. If anybody reading this has not been to Tzfat, I definitely recommend it. It is absolutely amazing. Monday is Tel Aviv day, and after that Jerusalem for several days.
Happppy! Yes I am! I know that this is neither an articulate, nor a refined statement, but it is certainly a sincere one. I must admit that life in Iceland, or Scandinavia generally, doesn't particularly (as Jane Austen would put it) "agree with me". I had thought that childlike, intense happiness like what I am going through now was not part of my persona. But apparently, it all depends..
I had an amazing day in Jerusalem today. I walked, walked and walked, and went to the Old City. The only unpleasant part about the whole experience were the intrusive Arab salesmen in the Old City, but what's new? I met a lovely old friend of mine, Rivka, for lunch, and we sat for a few hours over a meal with hummus catching up (hummus! ohh! Unbelievable how the taste of hummus brings back memories. I can't think of a single thing that tastes better, not even halvaspread).
After walking for hours, shopping like a maniac, and trying not to smile to much in order to avoid being perceived as retarded, I decided to go to the central busstation and go home. I know that there are always strict rules about security in Israel, but the entrance of the central busstation of Jerusalem was mindblowing. At first we went through the "normal" procedures. There was a guy who took my hangbag and other bags and went through them briefly. Then he searched me with a metal detector, and made me empty my pockets. Then he asked me "do you have a weapon?" (They never asked me that before. If I were a palestinian homicide bomber I don't think I would say "well as a matter of fact, I do"). Well none of this surprised me. What surprised me was that after this prodecure, all the people continued to another line. That was a line when we had to put all our things through an X-ray machine. In order to enter a busstation (also a shopping mall)! The place looked stricter than an airport. The Keflavik airport security (in Iceland) is a joke compared to the Jerusalem Central Busstation!
Not all my feelings here have been positive though. I admit I have been feeling bitter about certain things. Since I got here I have spent a lot of time walking, looking at things around, contemplating Israeli society, and it fills me with feelings of intense anger that the people of this country, that have managed to create a society so structured, beautiful and unique, have to suffer death and horror on a daily basis (and indeed it IS daily, because there are people mourning the dead, or suffering from their injuries at this very moment), for no reason other than the pointless hatred of other human beings. I took a few buses today. I ate at a restaurant, I shopped at Ben Yehuda. I was surrounded by regular human beings, that work, love, fear, cry, laugh, think, sleep. I thought about it, I really did. But I don't understand how it's possible to hate them, and to rejoice in sheding the blood of their babies. So I suppose I am experiencing a mixture of contradictive feelings all at once. Feeling so happy, yet in tears that things have to be like this, along with the feeling of anger that sometimes hits me towards the offenders, and when I think of why things are how they are.
And still... I'm just happy to be in Israel.
Hello from Israel!
As I suspected I will blog from time to time while in Israel, at least while I am here in Rehovot. At least if I can figure out how to use this computer. Even the clock is on the 'wrong' side (it took me ages to locate the ' key, since I only know how to type with an Icelandic keyboard).
I can't even begin to describe what it's like to be here! Israel looks and feels the same. The same smell in the air, people screaming their guts out at each other in traffic, and wherever I go I hear Hebrew spoken with different accents, which I find really unique.
Israel decided to greet me with a thunder storm! Indeed, it has been raining cats and dogs. I still went out and walked all over. It felt so surreal. I just walked slowly, listened, watched, smelled, observed. It is wet and quite cold, but I felt happier than ever.
I still haven't quite figured out my schedual, but I know I will be at least be in Jerusalem for a few days next week. I will make more plans tomorrow. Oh an apparently, the electricity here is different, so I can't use my mobile phone. So in case somebody wants to contact me, I must be e-mailed.
A welcome break from...
A photo from the West fjords. That's where my mom comes from. People there have been asked to leave their homes due to danger of avalanches. A few years ago an avalanche struck the town my mother was born and raised in, killing 10% of the inhabitants (not that we're talking about high numbers here, but it's still a disaster).
That's terrible I know, but boy am I glad I'm leaving today!
So cya folks, off to Israel for 2 weeks, and I promise to bring back hundreds of photos. I am certain I will blog a few times in Israel since I'll have internet access, so please stay tuned.
I wanted to tell you about something quite unusual that happened to me today. It may be a small, simple event, but it really, truly touched me.
This is what happened:
The weather today was terrible. I don't mean in the sense that it was that particularly cold, but the ground is covered with thick layers of snow that has been soaked by rain, and the wind keeps blowing wind and snow in one's face. I broke through the wind and piles of snow, and entered the building where I work. I was greeted by the store manager (not the boss, but the manager of the store). A middle aged lady, that I don't really know that well. We've chatted a bit the few times we've worked together, but that's pretty much it.
I tell her that I have come to buy some souvenirs, since I'm going abroad tomorrow. She asks where I'm going, and I say Israel. When hearing I am going to Israel (or that I have been to Israel, not to mention that I volunteered in the Israeli army), most Icelandic people will look horrified and ask if I'm gonna get blown up.
But not this woman. When I said "Israel", this middle aged Icelandic woman said: Ohh, my country my country.... With a nostalgic look on her face.
I thought she was just kidding or something. Then she tells me that she went to Israel many years ago, and she loved it. She then said something quite interesting:
"Everybody, the travel agency and everybody, told us to be careful. They said that Israel wasn't safe. But I didn't get that. There were armed guards everywhere! I felt very safe! I felt far less safe when I was in London and we had a bomb threat incident at our hotel".
Then her co worker left, and became more honest, and she said:
I had a religious experience in Israel. I just felt just like I was coming home. I went all over, to Jerusalem, Masada, everywhere. There is just something about that country that other countries don't have. I've always wanted to go back.
So I pointed out to her that Israel really isn't as dangerous as people think, and we started talking about media, palestinians, etc. And she said "there is just so much propaganda". She said that she has always "worshipped" that country (Israel). I was so happy to hear somebody say that in Icelandic, for a change. Some one else than myself.
She told me about her tour guide who was a holocaust survivor from Auschwitz, and she said she's disgusted by people who deny or belittle the holocaust.
I asked if I could bring her back anything from Israel, and she said she'd love a stone. Just a stone from Israel.
When I left she kissed me and said she sends her very best regards to everybody in Israel.
This little incident really put a smile on my face, and in my heart. The fact that I am not the only one here in the middle of the cold and wet snow on a remote island, who actually loves Israel.
yiddishe-kop's post on Israeli astronaut Ilan Ramon
I was extremely impressed by yiddishe-kop's new post on Israeli astronaut Ilan Ramon. Here are some quotes:
"ilan's mission gave israel a much needed escape from the daily reality of suicide bombings and intifadas and lifted their spirits literally to space."
Wow yiddishe, you didn't come up with that yourself, did you?
Ronald Reagan (search) changed history with his tough-minded stance on the Soviets and his insistence on the importance of tax cuts.
His influence rings throughout the White House, the Congress and the nation's state capitals, and seemed to sound even louder this election year.
Yasser Arafat (search) was a hero to the Palestinian people, bringing their cause to the world stage, but was a terrorist to many. It could be years before we learn whether his long-term influence will be for the good or ill.
Uhm yeah whatever. Call me nuts, but refusing to accept peace and instead ordering increased terrorism, encouraging jihad, stealing, lying, and everything else he did... How can it be the public opinion that something, anything, good can come out of it? I mean really. I'm open to suggestions here.
I have been wanting to do this for some time now, and what better time than one the first day of the year. (At least according to one calendar).
I want to tell each and every one (well, lets say almost each and every one, but hey, the majority!) of my blog-readers, that I have very much enjoyed the many intelligent comments and e-mails I have received from you during the past year, as well as having enjoyed reading your websites. I do a lot of reading, but I do admit that I am very selective when it comes to what I read. So in other words, I think you are all outstanding represententatives of the Israeli cause.
I would like to pay a little tribute to those of you that I have spent the most time reading.
A Jewish Perspective: A great writer. A Jew, but certainly a true American, who tells things like they are. I hope to read many of your insightful posts this year.
Clarity and Resolve: This man is like an oracle. If you read his blog, you will become smarter. That's just the way it is. Patrick you rock ;)
Geviha: Always the mysterious Geviha Ben Pesisa. I suppose I have wondered more about him than about most others. Very intelligent, but the more you read, the less you know about him. Everything he writes is perfection. Hasidic Gentile: Like the name suggests he is the spiritual non-Jew, seeking answers in Judaism. His website is a mixture of spirituality, and an extraordinary way of sheding light on the Israel-palestine conflict. Israellycool: The first pro-Israel blog I ever read. Don't try to compete with him, he will outblog anyone. I read his page several times a day. His mixture of humor, intelligence and truth is unmatched by anyone (no offense, people). I get frustrated when he goes on blog-breaks. I need to work on that. My Obiter Dicta: A rabbi who teaches Jewish and Talmudic studies. A very intelligent & interesting blog, and a very sweet person, who I am happy to have gotten to know, even if it is only "virtually". Neither Here Nor There: Unusual, intelligent blog, that takes on a variety of things, written by a couple of lovely people. Nice Jewish Boy: The weblog of a Jewish guy from California who writes interesting thoughts about life, Israel and whatever comes to mind. On the Face: Absolutely priceless. Along with Treppenwitz one of the 2 blogs where I spend the longest time reading. It was love at first sight when I first read this blog. I laughed and cried at the same time. The author, Lisa, hypnotizes her readers with her amazing talent and writing skill, and hilarious, sweet, sad and obscure stories about daily life in Israel. Smooth Stone: THE Super Blogger. Smooth is incredible, unbelievably informative and brilliant. How could someone not love Smooth. The Daily Spork: The Spork is a pro-Israel Arab. Need I say more? The Education Wonks: Ed Wonk takes on far more than Israel and palestinians, but he is a very clever & cool guy, with an intelligent, informative and interesting website. Go Wonks! The Pirate's Blog: I used to think that the Pirate was at least not more than mediocre where intelligence is concerned. Perhaps that has to do with the fact that I wasn't particularly impressed with his slogan "no friggin in the riggin". But after having a few discussions with him I've learned that he is actually a very smart guy! Treppenwitz: Words cannot describe how much I love this blogger! I read every single word he has to say slowly, to enjoy his delightful stories properly. David had a gift when it comes to writing, and I am really glad he had chosen to share it with the world. yiddishe-kop: Well Miri, you know I think you're great! I am extremely addicted to this excellent website of a super-cool and exceptionally intellligent young girl from Chicago.
There are also other people I'd like to mention:
Alice: You're cool! You should start a blog. I promise I'll hang out there. Scott in New Zealand:
I don't really know you who are, but you've left intelligent and nice comments on my website, and you're on the other side of the planet (I am not the one who is on the other side of the planet, it is YOU, haha), so don't stop visiting! Jack Schiller: Ok I really have no idea who you are either, and I don't even know if you read this. But you left such a friendly message on my guestmap, and that was sweet, thanks. Adam: You're a smart guy and I like you. You should start a separate blog, a pro-Israel one. I'd read it far more often than I read the one you have now. I lack motivation when it comes to poetry and stuff. The other people on my blogroll:
I do still read you, but not as often, and you certainly wouldn't be on my blogroll if you didn't kick butt. The Israeli who reads my blog around 30-50 times a day: I don't know who you are, but get a life!