Shalom friends, family, random internet readers. In living up to the name of my blog, I truly have been a stranger these last few months. As always, I apologize for my lack of entries, but life in and outside of Israel have been moving at a frantic pace. So in celebration of my return (don’t hold me to any promises), let’s take a trip down memory lane and recap what the hell I’ve been doing with my life over these last few months. Please keep all hands and feet inside, until we’ve come to a complete stop.
As many of you know, I’ve been studying Hebrew at Ulpan Etzion in Jerusalem. In late May, while on break, I journeyed to Tunisia. YES TUNISIA. Now, I know what many of you might be thinking, “What the hell were you doing in Tunisia, and where the hell is it?” Tunisia is a Northern African, Arab country on the Mediterranean Sea, just south of France and Italy. Every year, usually in May, there is a gigantic Jewish festival for Lag B’Omer (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lag_B%27Omer) on the small island community of El Djerba. Needless to say, the Jews of Tunisia are not only treated very well by the government (I actually had my picture taken with the minister of tourism at the festival) but are incredibly well respected by the vastly 98% Sunni, Arab Muslim majority. I never felt in danger. During the week leading up to this festival, the island is overwhelmed with Jews mostly from France and Israel. Having been a former French colony, Tunisians speak French and Arabic fluently. I had no problem communicating in French. Many in the tourist areas, hotels, airports, and ancient ruins spoke English. The island even boasts 4 fully kosher hotels which is unheard of in the Arabic world, let alone in most countries outside of Israel. The island looks forward to the Lag B’Omer festival as it’s a cash cow for the locals.
I spent a few days in Tunis, the capital enjoying the ancient Phoenician, Greek, and Roman settlements in nearby Carthage. I was really impressed with how well the ancient ruins were preserved. I visited bathhouses, aqueducts, amphitheatres, and a museum dedicated to Hannibal, the Carthaginian military general, not Anthony Hopkins. A few hours away, in the ancient Roman city of El Jem, there is a perfectly maintained Coliseum, exactly like the one in Rome. I walked all around the site, ascending to the upper levels for a bird’s eye view of the 2,000 year old structure and surrounding town. Also, I pleasantly and surprisingly stumbled upon the only official World War II allied cemetery dedicated to the fallen soldiers who fought against Germany in the Northern African campaign. All of the British, American, and Canadian soldiers who were killed in the various battles in Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, and Egypt, are buried at the cemetery near Carthage. The grounds are well kept with battle site explanations, a chapel, and respectively decorated grave sites, depending on the soldier’s religion. At first, I thought I was back in Normandy at the French WWII cemetery, until my amazing tour guide informed me that ALL of the official WII cemeteries are fashioned in the exact same style. My last few days were spent by the pool or the beach, which were just as warm as and a lot quieter than the beaches in Tel-Aviv.
Upon returning to Israel, I was met with a fury of Hebrew exams which required studying. I finished my 5 months of ulpan, and in my honest, humble opinion, around level Bet, which means I advanced an entire level. My Hebrew speaking and reading skills have advanced amazingly. Although my writing is still very poor, I know that with time, practice, and patience I will master this language eventually. Everyone does sooner or later.
After ulpan ended in June, I was invited to attend a student led trip to Germany and Poland, sponsored by Bar-Illan University. Contrary to popular belief, I initially rejected the idea. I had just finished ulpan, was tired of traveling, wanted to stick around Israel and relax for a few weeks. Well, visiting Germany and Poland have ALWAYS, even more so than Tunisia, been a dream. I couldn’t refuse, especially since the trip was subsidized. So, I said good-bye to my ulpan friends. I could honestly say, I made about 4-5 good friends; they know who they are. I think about them frequently, love them dearly, and wish nothing but success for all who I’ve met at Ulpan Etzion. However, after 5 months of shared living with the same dull atmosphere, I was more than over-due for a change in scenery. My life in Israel would continue after a few weeks in Europe.
Germany and Poland were a real experience. I struggled not just as a Jew, but as a young American. I visited many of the usual sites, castles, art museums, and the rather unusual: Berlin Wall, Check Point Charlie, Auschwitz, Majdanek, and Dacha concentration camps. I participated in a walking tour of Berlin where we learned of various historical sites. The city is well planned; of course not many of the buildings pre-date the allied bombings of WWII. There isn’t much left of the Berlin Wall, but a few sections still stand as a testament to the constrictive life style created under Russian communism. Check Point Charlie would make any American vomit. There are two fake Russian and American soldiers, dressed up in 1950’s style uniforms standing on either side of the East meets West border. For 5 Euros, you can have your picture taken with the “soldiers” and a fake border crossing stamp, like the one they used before the wall fell in 1989, added to your passport. It’s good to see capitalism alive and well in East Berlin.
I think that by the time I had visited Auschwitz, my 3rd camp, I was more or less desensitized to the Shoah and the Nazi war machine. The trip answered some questions but also raised many more. I found Germans to be incredibly polite, pleasant, and apologetic for the destruction they brought to much of the world during the last century. The older generations are completely embarrassed, ashamed and would like nothing more than to move on. The younger generations seemed, and correctly so, far removed from the sins of their forefathers. However, they too understand that no matter how many years pass, Germany will forever have blood on their hands. Poland was a dark, depressing and often backwards country with many lessons yet learned from their past. If Germany was the perpetrator of WWII, then Poland was the collaborator. To no fault of their own, Poland has just recently, within the last 20 years, emerged from 45 years of Soviet oppression. The Polish people, time and time again in my conversations, felt as though they were the only victims of Germany’s war machine. However, many historians would note that most Polish people had no problem “falling into line” with Germany policy. For hundreds of years before the start of WWII, the Polish frontier was the site of many pogroms, or state sponsored purges against Jewish villages. Following the war, Polish citizens led several pogrom against Jews trying to reclaim their lost property. There was a serious economic recession in 1968 that was somehow blamed on the remaining Jews. Does anyone see a pattern here?
After over 2 weeks of starving (it wasn’t easy finding kosher food in Eastern Europe), sleeping in almost a different hotel every night, and traveling, I was ready to return to Israel. Hopefully in the next few weeks, I might be able to post the pics from Tunisia and Europe on my facebook profile (http://www.facebook.com/home.php?). Please feel free to sign up for facebook, (if you don’t already belong) add me as your facebook friend, and then visit my photo section.
So, I’ve been back in Israel for the last month. About 2 weeks ago, I moved 2 hours north to Kibbutz Sde Eliyahu (http://www.seliyahu.org.il/ )near the small and ever so sleepy town of Beit Shean. I’ve gone from city boy to country man. I spend my week learning Hebrew and working, and the work ain’t easy. I wake up at 5 A.M (I used to complain about driving into Everett everyday for 10AM) for synagogue everyday, start work in either the vineyards picking grapes or in the chicken houses feeding the chicks, and finish usually by 1:30 in the afternoon. Not only is the work physically grueling, but I do it on the surface of the sun. The average summer daily temperature is about 105 F everyday. I don’t even bother showering in the morning anyway, just a waste of water. This is a religious kibbutz (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_kibbutz ); we pray 3 times a day, strictly keep Shabbat and kosher, and work the land vigorously. This is my home for the next few months. It’s quiet, peaceful, hotter than hell, but filled with loving caring people of all ages.
Ok people, I’m back and ready to blog again, but I can’t do it alone. Please feel free to let me know what you’re thinking about my journal entries, experiences in Israel, how much you miss or don’t miss me, and what your impressions are of Israel. Enjoy the rest of your summers, and we’ll all be in touch soon.
Shalom,
D.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sexy at 60!
Last week was a typical week by Israeli standards, filled with amazing euphoric highs and depressing, gut wrenching lows. On Wed, we honored the memory of over 22,000 soldiers (and civilians killed in terrorist attacks) killed defending Israel. During Yom HaZikaron, I attended a high school ceremony where students gave speeches and laid wreathes to commemorate the fallen soldiers from the various wars. At 10 AM, every single Israeli, not matter what they're doing, stops at the sound of a loud, eerie siren throughout the country (similar to the same siren heard on Yom HaShoah) signifying 3 minutes of silence. It's just as important as the United States Memorial Day or Veterans Day, but the holiday's sense has more meaning here. Don’t get me wrong, the sacrifices that my grandfather's generation made for the United States in WWII and the Korean War are immense. The entire world is forever in America’s debt for liberating and securing the safety of the World.
In Jerusalem, I can easily walk down the street and bump into Israeli veterans of every single battle from the war for independence in 1948 to the last conflict in Lebanon in the summer of 2006. Having always been a deep lover of history who appreciated numbers, dates, wars, and politics, Israel is a walking, breathing history book. I don’t need to read about Israel’s past, I can see and meet it up close in personal everyday. We’re not talking about George Washington crossing the Delaware River over 230 years ago. We’re talking about events that occurred no more than 60 years ago which continue to shape our lives as Jews, Muslims, Israelis and Palestinians.
On Thursday, we celebrated Israeli’s 60th anniversary known as Yom HaAtzmaut.
We danced, sang, ate at BBQ’s, watched a fire works show, and saw an amazing interactive slide show of Israel’s historical moments. I really felt proud and enjoyed the evening’s festive touch.
I also would like to take a moment and wish all the mothers, especially mine, out there Happy Mother’s Day! We owe so much to you. Thank you for your love and support!
In Jerusalem, I can easily walk down the street and bump into Israeli veterans of every single battle from the war for independence in 1948 to the last conflict in Lebanon in the summer of 2006. Having always been a deep lover of history who appreciated numbers, dates, wars, and politics, Israel is a walking, breathing history book. I don’t need to read about Israel’s past, I can see and meet it up close in personal everyday. We’re not talking about George Washington crossing the Delaware River over 230 years ago. We’re talking about events that occurred no more than 60 years ago which continue to shape our lives as Jews, Muslims, Israelis and Palestinians.
On Thursday, we celebrated Israeli’s 60th anniversary known as Yom HaAtzmaut.
We danced, sang, ate at BBQ’s, watched a fire works show, and saw an amazing interactive slide show of Israel’s historical moments. I really felt proud and enjoyed the evening’s festive touch.
I also would like to take a moment and wish all the mothers, especially mine, out there Happy Mother’s Day! We owe so much to you. Thank you for your love and support!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Remembering
Every time I hear that great song by the Byrds, Turn, Turn, Turn, I am reminded of Spring time's purpose in our annual rebirth. In Israel, every spring shortly after Passover, we honor the memory of the 6 million Jews who were killed during the Second World War on Yom HaShoah. At first glimpse this is a "holiday", and I use that word very loosely because there is nothing happy about Yom HaShoah, better fit for the cold, dark, and dreary months of Nov or Dec. Well, it's not that cold in Israel during the late fall months, and upon a further review, Yom HaShoah is perfectly suited for the beautiful rejuvenation of spring.
A few weeks ago, I visited Yad Vashem, the World's foremost museum on the Holocaust dedicated specifically to the Jewish struggle against Hitler and his march to power across Europe. Although I am lucky enough due to many personal and accidental circumstances to not be directly affected by the Holocaust, I used to view the commemoration day as a time to grief. It is after all incredibly horrible what humanity allowed itself to do during those blood-soaked days in-between 1938 and 1945. I am well aware that mass genocide didn’t start of end with the Jewish Holocaust. You need not look any further to the Armenians, Rwandans, Serbs, Albanians, and the current struggle in Darfur. What makes the Holocaust so special and unique is that is the culmination of well over 2,000 years of painful, brutal, and punishing wandering for the Jewish people. It just wasn’t the Holocaust, but the Pogroms through Eastern Europe, the Inquisitions, Crusades, Blood Libels, and Roman expulsion that have shaped the Jewish image of survivors. In fact, the World's Jewish community was forced to deal with many smaller tragedies leading up the Holocaust, but nothing ever began to equate with the Nazi's systematic destruction of an entire people. While I believe the Turks are responsible for genocide against the Armenians, many scholars doubt that genocide ever occurred. There are no SERIOUS academic Holocaust deniers in my opinion. People like David Irving, are peripheral writers who are appropriately labeled as jokers with a subjective anti-Semitic agenda to malign the World's Jewish community and to praise Hitler's 3rd Reich.
So, I shed a few tears for the innocent lives struck down during the Shoah, and I usually watch Schindler's List, one of my all time favorite movies. However, then I get angry, pissed actually. How did we (the Jews) allow this to happen to us, and more importantly why did we ( the human race) allow more atrocities to occur in Yugoslavia, Rwanda, Cambodia, Chile, and on and on and on. I can site genocidal examples all day. The point is why hasn’t the useless United Nations or anyone else for that matter done anything to stop them from re-occurring. I am left feeling a sense of hopelessness for the human race. I think we, and I am included, are indifferent about the struggles of others; we only care about ourselves. As long I have a pay check and food on the table every week, who could ask for anything more? We, humanity, are unable to look beyond the end of our noses to understand, appreciate, and more importantly fight for those who cant fight for themselves, the voiceless weak in the World.
The Shoah as tragic and horrible as it was, gave the Jewish people a voice. I won’t sit and say that without the Holocaust Israel wouldn’t exist. No, that’s baloney. The Balfour Declaration had already allowed Palestine to be carved up among Jews and Arabs long before the Second World War. However, I have to wonder how many Jews needed to die before the World took our cause seriously enough? On Yom HaShoah, I feel alive and I can breathe good clean Israel spring air. This is something too many Jews were never able to do. On Yom HaShoah, I mourn the killing of 6 million but feel proud that we will never allow the world to turn its back on the Jewish people. I will do my part to not only say “Never Again,” but actually do something about it. It’s spring time; the birds are alive, the trees are in bloom and so are the Jewish people.
A few weeks ago, I visited Yad Vashem, the World's foremost museum on the Holocaust dedicated specifically to the Jewish struggle against Hitler and his march to power across Europe. Although I am lucky enough due to many personal and accidental circumstances to not be directly affected by the Holocaust, I used to view the commemoration day as a time to grief. It is after all incredibly horrible what humanity allowed itself to do during those blood-soaked days in-between 1938 and 1945. I am well aware that mass genocide didn’t start of end with the Jewish Holocaust. You need not look any further to the Armenians, Rwandans, Serbs, Albanians, and the current struggle in Darfur. What makes the Holocaust so special and unique is that is the culmination of well over 2,000 years of painful, brutal, and punishing wandering for the Jewish people. It just wasn’t the Holocaust, but the Pogroms through Eastern Europe, the Inquisitions, Crusades, Blood Libels, and Roman expulsion that have shaped the Jewish image of survivors. In fact, the World's Jewish community was forced to deal with many smaller tragedies leading up the Holocaust, but nothing ever began to equate with the Nazi's systematic destruction of an entire people. While I believe the Turks are responsible for genocide against the Armenians, many scholars doubt that genocide ever occurred. There are no SERIOUS academic Holocaust deniers in my opinion. People like David Irving, are peripheral writers who are appropriately labeled as jokers with a subjective anti-Semitic agenda to malign the World's Jewish community and to praise Hitler's 3rd Reich.
So, I shed a few tears for the innocent lives struck down during the Shoah, and I usually watch Schindler's List, one of my all time favorite movies. However, then I get angry, pissed actually. How did we (the Jews) allow this to happen to us, and more importantly why did we ( the human race) allow more atrocities to occur in Yugoslavia, Rwanda, Cambodia, Chile, and on and on and on. I can site genocidal examples all day. The point is why hasn’t the useless United Nations or anyone else for that matter done anything to stop them from re-occurring. I am left feeling a sense of hopelessness for the human race. I think we, and I am included, are indifferent about the struggles of others; we only care about ourselves. As long I have a pay check and food on the table every week, who could ask for anything more? We, humanity, are unable to look beyond the end of our noses to understand, appreciate, and more importantly fight for those who cant fight for themselves, the voiceless weak in the World.
The Shoah as tragic and horrible as it was, gave the Jewish people a voice. I won’t sit and say that without the Holocaust Israel wouldn’t exist. No, that’s baloney. The Balfour Declaration had already allowed Palestine to be carved up among Jews and Arabs long before the Second World War. However, I have to wonder how many Jews needed to die before the World took our cause seriously enough? On Yom HaShoah, I feel alive and I can breathe good clean Israel spring air. This is something too many Jews were never able to do. On Yom HaShoah, I mourn the killing of 6 million but feel proud that we will never allow the world to turn its back on the Jewish people. I will do my part to not only say “Never Again,” but actually do something about it. It’s spring time; the birds are alive, the trees are in bloom and so are the Jewish people.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
What Have You Done For Me Lately?
Since it’s the week of Pesach, life at the ulpan has slowed to a subtle crawl. Many of the students are away celebrating with friends and family either somewhere in Israel, or for the Europeans, London, Paris, Italy, and Berlin. I celebrated Pesach Seder with this nice British family who I met through friends. During these last few weeks, I have been attempting to identity with the upcoming holiday. Truth be told, I didn’t have to search too far. I haven’t felt this free in such a long time. Grant it, it’s rather liberating living one day at a time and studying Hebrew. The hardest decision is where to eat for lunch. The above mention just means I’m lazy and without problems; it doesn’t mean I’m truly free, which is the real meaning of Pesach; the liberation of Egyptian slavery for G-d’s chosen few, the Jews. I am free this year because I don’t have to explain my Judaism to anyone. Last year I had to beg my boss for the 1st 2 days of Passover off. Even though I had plenty of vacation time, I was almost forced to work the 1st two days of chag. It became quickly apparent that I had no future with that company and my patience for life outside of Israel had worn very thin. I will never again feel like an outside when I walk down the street with a kippah (yarmulke) on the top of my head. Issues like these don’t exist in a free Jewish state like Israel, but then again Israel exists because we will never allow the world to turn its back on the Jewish people, NEVER AGAIN. I am blessed to be living in Jerusalem where I can explore Judaism freely with other young Jews my own age.
Over the last few days, I’ve been engaged in more raw, real, intimate conversations with the few students remaining her at Ulpan. In trying to put my finger on the international pulse of Etzion, I have realized some stark, harsh realities about how the world views the United States and its citizens. People whole heartedly acknowledge the amazing gifts the United States have given the World: Madonna, loads of cash in the form of strings attached grants, Levi jeans, and Coca-Cola. However our recent follies in Iraq, the falling dollar, and the image of the obese, lazy, tv dinner eating American trumps all the medical, technological, educational, and theatrical advancements we have produced since our empirical rise shortly after World War II. In talking to some friends from France, Argentina, and Russia, the World really despises us. There is a lot of merit in their blunt, brutally honest criticism of my native land. Our economy is in the middle of a downward, adjustable mortgage interest rate spiral, the dollar is weak, our army is mired in Iraq, and Iran is thumbing its nuclear nose at us. I couldn’t argue with any of these facts, even though it kills me to admit fault and imperfection, but doesn’t every country have issues? We have done so much for the World, probably as much as the Roman Empire had done to the known world during the height of Pax Romana. I shouldn’t have to remind my American readers, but for those few ignorant Europeans who fail to remember a world before the Euro: we liberated Europe no more than 63 years ago, spent countless millions of dollars in rebuilding her, and then spent the next 50 years and countless billions of dollars defending Europe from Soviet aggression. So many medical advancements and scientific research have been accomplished by the United States. We created: the internet, Hollywood (long before WWII), and the first modern democracy/republic. I feel as though much of world not only hopes for the failure of America, each individual country is licking their chops to be the next global super power. The world has benefited so much from our creation, invention, and ideas. Can someone show us a little fuckin gratitude??
I’m not even talking about the Arab world, which despite their oil, I couldn’t give a shit about. I’m talking about Central & Southern America, Europe, and Asia, which for years loved American dollars, the free market trade, and U.S./NATO protection against countless security threats. I have come to the conclusion that the world is a whore who will screw your brains out for a cost, and then screw you over the first chance something better comes around. I don’t know if America’s dominance has climaxed, but let this be a warning to those jealous, brazen new kids on the block: Brazil, China, India, and the E.U: what comes around goes around, and you too will be loved and then left.
Over the last few days, I’ve been engaged in more raw, real, intimate conversations with the few students remaining her at Ulpan. In trying to put my finger on the international pulse of Etzion, I have realized some stark, harsh realities about how the world views the United States and its citizens. People whole heartedly acknowledge the amazing gifts the United States have given the World: Madonna, loads of cash in the form of strings attached grants, Levi jeans, and Coca-Cola. However our recent follies in Iraq, the falling dollar, and the image of the obese, lazy, tv dinner eating American trumps all the medical, technological, educational, and theatrical advancements we have produced since our empirical rise shortly after World War II. In talking to some friends from France, Argentina, and Russia, the World really despises us. There is a lot of merit in their blunt, brutally honest criticism of my native land. Our economy is in the middle of a downward, adjustable mortgage interest rate spiral, the dollar is weak, our army is mired in Iraq, and Iran is thumbing its nuclear nose at us. I couldn’t argue with any of these facts, even though it kills me to admit fault and imperfection, but doesn’t every country have issues? We have done so much for the World, probably as much as the Roman Empire had done to the known world during the height of Pax Romana. I shouldn’t have to remind my American readers, but for those few ignorant Europeans who fail to remember a world before the Euro: we liberated Europe no more than 63 years ago, spent countless millions of dollars in rebuilding her, and then spent the next 50 years and countless billions of dollars defending Europe from Soviet aggression. So many medical advancements and scientific research have been accomplished by the United States. We created: the internet, Hollywood (long before WWII), and the first modern democracy/republic. I feel as though much of world not only hopes for the failure of America, each individual country is licking their chops to be the next global super power. The world has benefited so much from our creation, invention, and ideas. Can someone show us a little fuckin gratitude??
I’m not even talking about the Arab world, which despite their oil, I couldn’t give a shit about. I’m talking about Central & Southern America, Europe, and Asia, which for years loved American dollars, the free market trade, and U.S./NATO protection against countless security threats. I have come to the conclusion that the world is a whore who will screw your brains out for a cost, and then screw you over the first chance something better comes around. I don’t know if America’s dominance has climaxed, but let this be a warning to those jealous, brazen new kids on the block: Brazil, China, India, and the E.U: what comes around goes around, and you too will be loved and then left.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Duck and Cover
Shalom Kulom,
All is well here live from Jerusalem.
Lately, I have been finding myself connecting to the American, British, and larger Anglo-speaking community in Israel and greater Jerusalem. Thanks to my friend Richard, from Manchester/London, I have been introduced to many, new lovely English speaking Israelis, most olim chadashim. It's a breath of fresh air to be surrounded by native English speakers many of whom are highly observant. Over the last few Shabbatot, I haven’t had to explain my observant lifestyle nor have I had to explain, interpret, or translate my thoughts and ideas into Hebrew. It’s a pleasant distraction from my non-stop Hebrew speaking, learning environment.
As previously noted, many of my new acquaintances are religious which provide a nice, different reassuring atmosphere. With all due respect, this is Israel and Jerusalem of all places, where it seems most Jews are dati (observant) to some extent. However, at Ulpan Etzion, that’s just simply not that case. I have had to explain, defend, or fight for my religion at every junction so far. I thought living here would finally offer me a chance to be among Jews who understood Judaism. Instead of being comfortable on Shabbos, I am made to feel like the outsider. I have consistently met road blocks in regards to people :watching the football match on tv during Shabbat dinner, listening to loud music, running computers, playing guitars and pianos in public areas such as the Heder Ochal (dinning room area), and people who fail to acknowledge the sanctity of Kiddish by refusing to stand and wait for us to eat. I am having nightmare like visions of trying to keep my room and general living quarters kosher for Peasch, which require even stricter standards during the 7 or 8 day upcoming holiday.
Now most would say, “David it’s unfair, unreasonable, and borderline offensive to expect others to conform to your religious standards. Israel is a democracy and religion is a free choice.” I couldn’t agree more with those statements. I wasn’t always shomer Shabbat. There was a very distinct time a few years ago when I would drive on Shabbat, turn lights on, and watch the Sox game on Friday nights.
However, I always respected and even elevated my personal religious behavior around those more observant so as to not offend anyone. Is it absurd to expect the same in Jerusalem of all places? I can’t nor would want to control what others do in the privacy of their own rooms, but there must be a code of conduct in public ulpan areas. I beg those around, out of common respect not for me but for themselves and their own Jewish history, to be more thoughtful before they answer a cell phone, play their trumpet, or watch Eyes Wide Shut in common areas during Shabbos.
In other news, I spent last Shabbat, compared to most of my other ones, on a beautiful religious kibbutz up north in Bet Shean. I couldn’t get over just how peaceful life seemed for the members. The kibbutz was filled with some of the most gorgeous vegetation, colorful tress and plants I had never seen before. I could see myself retiring or even raising a family on one of these kibbutzes. Families feel comfortable to allow their children to play outside in the countryside, leave their doors open on Shabbat so neighbors can visit, and leave the windows unlocked at nights. Kibbutzism are no longer a hippy commune-fest but rather a serious adventure in free capitalism enterprise with various precise industries. If you're interested in learning more about the kibbutz movement, which many believe helped build Israel up from the ground during the early days of the county between 1880-1930; feel free to visit the wikipedia link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kibbutz
As previously mentioned, this Saturday at sundown marks the beginning of Pesach or Passover, the Jewish holiday commemorateing the Israelite’s mass exodus from the Egyptian slavery into our desert freedom. I have already purchased my kosher for Passover food/health supplies, which were so much easier this year, and I will begin cleaning my room in search of chametz (forbidden bread products) tomorrow. For more information on Passover/Pesach, please feel free to visit the wikipedia site for holiday details : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passover. With the next two weeks off from school, I hope to study more, see a few movies, catch up on my non-Hebrew reading, and visit some museums. More details to follow as the holiday comes closer!
Last week, in preparation for any potential national emergency, we had an air raid drill. Yes, you read my words correctly. We had a fuckin air raid! For some of my older readers, you may or may not remember the good old duck and cover air raid drills under your school desk in the 1950's and 1960's. Apparently, this was the only civil deterrence we had against Soviets if they every decided to drop “the big one” on the U.S. We had an army spokeswoman inform us what to do in case of an “Earthquake,” but we all knew what they meant: Syrian and Iranian missile attacks which may or may not include chemical, nuclear, or biological warfare. Don’t worry; the government hopes to disperse gas masks to the entire civilian population by 2010. Welcome to Israel!
Chag Samech everyone,
David
All is well here live from Jerusalem.
Lately, I have been finding myself connecting to the American, British, and larger Anglo-speaking community in Israel and greater Jerusalem. Thanks to my friend Richard, from Manchester/London, I have been introduced to many, new lovely English speaking Israelis, most olim chadashim. It's a breath of fresh air to be surrounded by native English speakers many of whom are highly observant. Over the last few Shabbatot, I haven’t had to explain my observant lifestyle nor have I had to explain, interpret, or translate my thoughts and ideas into Hebrew. It’s a pleasant distraction from my non-stop Hebrew speaking, learning environment.
As previously noted, many of my new acquaintances are religious which provide a nice, different reassuring atmosphere. With all due respect, this is Israel and Jerusalem of all places, where it seems most Jews are dati (observant) to some extent. However, at Ulpan Etzion, that’s just simply not that case. I have had to explain, defend, or fight for my religion at every junction so far. I thought living here would finally offer me a chance to be among Jews who understood Judaism. Instead of being comfortable on Shabbos, I am made to feel like the outsider. I have consistently met road blocks in regards to people :watching the football match on tv during Shabbat dinner, listening to loud music, running computers, playing guitars and pianos in public areas such as the Heder Ochal (dinning room area), and people who fail to acknowledge the sanctity of Kiddish by refusing to stand and wait for us to eat. I am having nightmare like visions of trying to keep my room and general living quarters kosher for Peasch, which require even stricter standards during the 7 or 8 day upcoming holiday.
Now most would say, “David it’s unfair, unreasonable, and borderline offensive to expect others to conform to your religious standards. Israel is a democracy and religion is a free choice.” I couldn’t agree more with those statements. I wasn’t always shomer Shabbat. There was a very distinct time a few years ago when I would drive on Shabbat, turn lights on, and watch the Sox game on Friday nights.
However, I always respected and even elevated my personal religious behavior around those more observant so as to not offend anyone. Is it absurd to expect the same in Jerusalem of all places? I can’t nor would want to control what others do in the privacy of their own rooms, but there must be a code of conduct in public ulpan areas. I beg those around, out of common respect not for me but for themselves and their own Jewish history, to be more thoughtful before they answer a cell phone, play their trumpet, or watch Eyes Wide Shut in common areas during Shabbos.
In other news, I spent last Shabbat, compared to most of my other ones, on a beautiful religious kibbutz up north in Bet Shean. I couldn’t get over just how peaceful life seemed for the members. The kibbutz was filled with some of the most gorgeous vegetation, colorful tress and plants I had never seen before. I could see myself retiring or even raising a family on one of these kibbutzes. Families feel comfortable to allow their children to play outside in the countryside, leave their doors open on Shabbat so neighbors can visit, and leave the windows unlocked at nights. Kibbutzism are no longer a hippy commune-fest but rather a serious adventure in free capitalism enterprise with various precise industries. If you're interested in learning more about the kibbutz movement, which many believe helped build Israel up from the ground during the early days of the county between 1880-1930; feel free to visit the wikipedia link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kibbutz
As previously mentioned, this Saturday at sundown marks the beginning of Pesach or Passover, the Jewish holiday commemorateing the Israelite’s mass exodus from the Egyptian slavery into our desert freedom. I have already purchased my kosher for Passover food/health supplies, which were so much easier this year, and I will begin cleaning my room in search of chametz (forbidden bread products) tomorrow. For more information on Passover/Pesach, please feel free to visit the wikipedia site for holiday details : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passover. With the next two weeks off from school, I hope to study more, see a few movies, catch up on my non-Hebrew reading, and visit some museums. More details to follow as the holiday comes closer!
Last week, in preparation for any potential national emergency, we had an air raid drill. Yes, you read my words correctly. We had a fuckin air raid! For some of my older readers, you may or may not remember the good old duck and cover air raid drills under your school desk in the 1950's and 1960's. Apparently, this was the only civil deterrence we had against Soviets if they every decided to drop “the big one” on the U.S. We had an army spokeswoman inform us what to do in case of an “Earthquake,” but we all knew what they meant: Syrian and Iranian missile attacks which may or may not include chemical, nuclear, or biological warfare. Don’t worry; the government hopes to disperse gas masks to the entire civilian population by 2010. Welcome to Israel!
Chag Samech everyone,
David
Sunday, March 23, 2008
License to Drive and Ladies Night!
Shalom in the home!
Well, its' been far too long since I've last written to everyone. It’s time for a general recap.
Last week, while most of my fellow students were on an organized tiyul (trip) to the Negev (desert) in the south, I rented a car and drove up north to Tzfat and Tiberais for Shabbat. It was a very restful, relaxing 2 days. After Shabbat was over, I drove south on route 90 (which reminded me of the good, old, unreliable Mass turnpike) from the beautiful spiritual Golan region towards Eliat. Along the way, I cut through the small, Arab Israeli villages in the West Bank. It was a little nerve-racking to see signs for Ramallah and Jericho, but the highways are under Israeli control and army protection. You can tell the difference between Israeli cars and Palestinian cars by the color of the license plats, and I saw many yellow Israeli I.D. plates as well as the green Palestinian Arab ones. As I drove south, I could see the Dead Sea, the lowest point in the world, all along the left-hand side of my car. I've been blessed to witness many man-made and G-d made wonders throughout the world during my young life, but the desert sunset overlooking the Dead Sea adjacent to the Judean Hills was among some of the most amazing scenery I've ever encountered. After almost 3 months, I really missed driving on my own. Maneuvering around a crowded city like Jerusalem wasn’t easy, but the lonely one line road to Eliat was dangerous (very curvy and unpredictable) but not heavily traveled. The 6 hour drive was therapeutic and quiet. At the end of my journey, I had literally driven from the northern border to the southern border. I felt like Corey Haim and Corey Feldmen in License to Drive.
Once in Eliat, I met up with some British friends. We sat by the beach (Red Sea), soaked in the sun (received a little burn), swam a little, visited the aquarium, ate really well at a sushi restaurant and a delicious steak house (all kosher), and even drove to the Jordian and Egyptian borders. At night, I could see the coastal lights of Egypt, Jordan, Israel, and even Saudi Arabia off in the distance. The weather was hot (even the nights) but the water was still a little on the cool side. Eliat is very much a resort town, where the Israeli gov't has coincidently decided to void all sales taxes within the city. In the summer, it's hotter than Miami and filled with tourists but in the winter, it's a pleasant weekend get away for many European visitors.
This week was more or less a half week, with the trip and up-coming Purim festival http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purim. Please feel free to visit the linked website to learn more about Purim, the celebrations, and miracle of Jewish survival. At Ulpan Etzion, we had our own pre-Purim party where I went all out. I dressed in drag, as Ms. Marilyn Monroe, and I invite everyone to see the pictures of me at my facebook profile at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=506951945 . Just click on photos of me, and you'll have a guaranteed good laugh. Purim is a three day holiday this year, with Shabbat mixed in the middle.
For Shabbos, two of my ulpan friends, Sam from Boston and Richard from London, walked to the Western Wall in the Old city and enjoyed a really crazy, wild prayer service with Hasidic Yeshiva students. We saw thousands of men, dressed up in dark, black, suits dancing and screaming in prayer to the Almighty, as sweat pours off their body in 80 degree temperatures. I had a sports jacket on and felt rather warm. Afterwards, we were invited to the most amazing Shabbos meal at this random family's house in the German Colony. Basically, since the Western Wall is the holies site in Judaism, Jews from all over the World come to pray here on Shabbat. Many of us are single or from out of town with no place to eat. This real mensche named Jeff Sidel always finds a place for me, and whoever else needs a dinner, after services. He's been doing this wonderful act of kindness now for many years. Everyone knows about him and his real generous work. We walked for about 30 minutes but were properly rewarded when we reached the family's home. None of us knew the family, but they turned out to have the most delicious Shabbos meal, with really moist salmon, delicious wine, spicy Chinese style chicken, and so many side dishes. For dessert, we were treated to 18 year old Scotch and yummy cakes over games of chess, poker, while schmoozing with other various guests. We met some really friendly and well connected people from all over J'lem and Israel that night. Needless to say, the neighborhood was very posh. I was very impressed and very much appreciative to this American-Israeli family who opened up their home to me and several other strangers.
Well, I now have the travel bug and party vibe, but it's back to studying. We have a lot of hard work ahead of exams before Peasch (Passover holiday in 3 more weeks), and I feel my Hebrew progressing. There are certain things I feel comfortable speaking about in Hebrew. Sometimes I can hold an entire 20 minutes conversation with a few mistakes, while other times I need to ask for help or have a hard time finding the right words. On Shabbos afternoon, a few of us were invited to a mutual friend's flat for lunch. Many of the guests were Israeli so I was forced to talk (or try at least) to chat in Hebrew. The more I force myself and make mistakes, the more comfortable I become and the more I learn through social situations. I learn the material in class, try it out on the streets, make mistakes, and eventually mix the right words/phrases and grammar in through social interactions with Israelis.
Well I'd like to wish Chag Samech to all my Jewish friends and a Happy Easter to all my Christian friends back home. Friday was Good Friday, and during Shabbat services at the Kotel (Western Wall), thousands of Christian Pilgrims were in town to walk down Via Dolorosa to re-enact the Stations of the Cross. It's nice to see all three religions acting well towards each other for a change. It's been calm around here lately; I hope is stays that way.
So, please keep me informed of what's going on in all of your lives! I want to know who's pregnant, engaged, getting a divorce, G-d forbid dead, graduating, or enjoying a vacation/ mile-stone in their life. JUST BECAUSE I'M A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND DOESN'T MEAN MY LOYAL FRIENDS, FAMILY, AND SEEDY ONLINE READERS HAVE TO BE. Please feel free to email me at Mountdew2891@aol.com
L'hitarot,
David
Well, its' been far too long since I've last written to everyone. It’s time for a general recap.
Last week, while most of my fellow students were on an organized tiyul (trip) to the Negev (desert) in the south, I rented a car and drove up north to Tzfat and Tiberais for Shabbat. It was a very restful, relaxing 2 days. After Shabbat was over, I drove south on route 90 (which reminded me of the good, old, unreliable Mass turnpike) from the beautiful spiritual Golan region towards Eliat. Along the way, I cut through the small, Arab Israeli villages in the West Bank. It was a little nerve-racking to see signs for Ramallah and Jericho, but the highways are under Israeli control and army protection. You can tell the difference between Israeli cars and Palestinian cars by the color of the license plats, and I saw many yellow Israeli I.D. plates as well as the green Palestinian Arab ones. As I drove south, I could see the Dead Sea, the lowest point in the world, all along the left-hand side of my car. I've been blessed to witness many man-made and G-d made wonders throughout the world during my young life, but the desert sunset overlooking the Dead Sea adjacent to the Judean Hills was among some of the most amazing scenery I've ever encountered. After almost 3 months, I really missed driving on my own. Maneuvering around a crowded city like Jerusalem wasn’t easy, but the lonely one line road to Eliat was dangerous (very curvy and unpredictable) but not heavily traveled. The 6 hour drive was therapeutic and quiet. At the end of my journey, I had literally driven from the northern border to the southern border. I felt like Corey Haim and Corey Feldmen in License to Drive.
Once in Eliat, I met up with some British friends. We sat by the beach (Red Sea), soaked in the sun (received a little burn), swam a little, visited the aquarium, ate really well at a sushi restaurant and a delicious steak house (all kosher), and even drove to the Jordian and Egyptian borders. At night, I could see the coastal lights of Egypt, Jordan, Israel, and even Saudi Arabia off in the distance. The weather was hot (even the nights) but the water was still a little on the cool side. Eliat is very much a resort town, where the Israeli gov't has coincidently decided to void all sales taxes within the city. In the summer, it's hotter than Miami and filled with tourists but in the winter, it's a pleasant weekend get away for many European visitors.
This week was more or less a half week, with the trip and up-coming Purim festival http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purim. Please feel free to visit the linked website to learn more about Purim, the celebrations, and miracle of Jewish survival. At Ulpan Etzion, we had our own pre-Purim party where I went all out. I dressed in drag, as Ms. Marilyn Monroe, and I invite everyone to see the pictures of me at my facebook profile at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=506951945 . Just click on photos of me, and you'll have a guaranteed good laugh. Purim is a three day holiday this year, with Shabbat mixed in the middle.
For Shabbos, two of my ulpan friends, Sam from Boston and Richard from London, walked to the Western Wall in the Old city and enjoyed a really crazy, wild prayer service with Hasidic Yeshiva students. We saw thousands of men, dressed up in dark, black, suits dancing and screaming in prayer to the Almighty, as sweat pours off their body in 80 degree temperatures. I had a sports jacket on and felt rather warm. Afterwards, we were invited to the most amazing Shabbos meal at this random family's house in the German Colony. Basically, since the Western Wall is the holies site in Judaism, Jews from all over the World come to pray here on Shabbat. Many of us are single or from out of town with no place to eat. This real mensche named Jeff Sidel always finds a place for me, and whoever else needs a dinner, after services. He's been doing this wonderful act of kindness now for many years. Everyone knows about him and his real generous work. We walked for about 30 minutes but were properly rewarded when we reached the family's home. None of us knew the family, but they turned out to have the most delicious Shabbos meal, with really moist salmon, delicious wine, spicy Chinese style chicken, and so many side dishes. For dessert, we were treated to 18 year old Scotch and yummy cakes over games of chess, poker, while schmoozing with other various guests. We met some really friendly and well connected people from all over J'lem and Israel that night. Needless to say, the neighborhood was very posh. I was very impressed and very much appreciative to this American-Israeli family who opened up their home to me and several other strangers.
Well, I now have the travel bug and party vibe, but it's back to studying. We have a lot of hard work ahead of exams before Peasch (Passover holiday in 3 more weeks), and I feel my Hebrew progressing. There are certain things I feel comfortable speaking about in Hebrew. Sometimes I can hold an entire 20 minutes conversation with a few mistakes, while other times I need to ask for help or have a hard time finding the right words. On Shabbos afternoon, a few of us were invited to a mutual friend's flat for lunch. Many of the guests were Israeli so I was forced to talk (or try at least) to chat in Hebrew. The more I force myself and make mistakes, the more comfortable I become and the more I learn through social situations. I learn the material in class, try it out on the streets, make mistakes, and eventually mix the right words/phrases and grammar in through social interactions with Israelis.
Well I'd like to wish Chag Samech to all my Jewish friends and a Happy Easter to all my Christian friends back home. Friday was Good Friday, and during Shabbat services at the Kotel (Western Wall), thousands of Christian Pilgrims were in town to walk down Via Dolorosa to re-enact the Stations of the Cross. It's nice to see all three religions acting well towards each other for a change. It's been calm around here lately; I hope is stays that way.
So, please keep me informed of what's going on in all of your lives! I want to know who's pregnant, engaged, getting a divorce, G-d forbid dead, graduating, or enjoying a vacation/ mile-stone in their life. JUST BECAUSE I'M A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND DOESN'T MEAN MY LOYAL FRIENDS, FAMILY, AND SEEDY ONLINE READERS HAVE TO BE. Please feel free to email me at Mountdew2891@aol.com
L'hitarot,
David
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The bitch just wont die
As I wait for my delicious kosher Burger Barn hamburger to be delivered, I will entertain you, my reading audience, about several observations I have made recently about life in Israel and the United States.
Over the weekend, I spent a beautiful Shabbat in Haifa, a city in the North of Israel. Now, I haven't been in Haifa for almost 3 years, and it the city was just as amazing as I last remembered. Situated right on the cost, Haifa's majestic hills overlook most of the Golan and Galilee. I spent Shabbat with friends and various other acquaintances, many of them soldiers or soon to be soldiers. We sat around, schmoozed, ate, and relaxed. Now let me just start by saying that these fine young men and women are the backbone of Israeli society. Upon the completion of high school, they give 2-3 years, and sometimes even more, of their lives for the sake of Israeli security and defense. For most, it's not even an issue, although many wish they didn't have to serve, it's part of the national psyche that matures young adults and makes Israelis Israeli. I don’t have to educate my reading public on why there is a mandatory draft every year for all healthy, able minded and bodied 18 year olds. The World around us is a scary place. If we didn’t defend ourselves, who would? As long as Israel is surrounded by potential enemies (Lebanon, Syria, Iran, Hezbollah, Hamas, and Fattah), there will always be a call for an annual draft.
It's important to also consider what the army does for young Israelis; in short, conscription matures children into adults. I meet Israelis my age all the time, who don’t seem 23 or 25. They fool me for much older. Now, not all of these soldiers are battle scared veterans fresh form the front lines. Many had respectable desk jobs. It's not just bullets and landmines. Sadly, for Israelis the last 60 years have been met with 6 wars, 2 Entifadas, and countless counter-terrorism operations, all which offer constant reminders of who we are and what we need to be: a civilian army on call at all times. Although the army is first and foremost an army, it's the best socio-economic equalizer in Israel. On induction day, nobody cares if you're Sephardic (a Jew of Spanish origins), Ashkenazi (a Jew of Eastern European origins), poor, rich, a Sabra (native born Israeli),or oleh (immigrant to Israel). After the army service, many Israelis travel the world, India, Europe, the United States, and relax for awhile before entering the university. Throughout the years, men, and sometimes women, are called up for reserve duty exercises, which are like a high school reunion where they reconnect with friends from years ago. I see it all the time. In my wonderings around Jerusalem, I come across old friends running up to embrace each other months, and years after their service ended. For Israelis, the soldiers you meet in the army are your life-long friends. When you interview for a job, the 3rd question by an employer is ALWAYS, "What unit did you serve in?" If you didn’t dedicate at least some part of your life, towards the armed services, you better dam well have a good explanation. For better of for worse, but definitely not by Israeli design, the army has shaped Israel and Israelis. It's stitched into the fabric of this Jewish country's identity. The only real question is how this does, if it does at all, affect me???
In other news, apparently Hillary Clinton won big last night to remain alive for another day of fighting in the Democratic Primary. I was surprised, hell shocked that Mr. Hussein didn’t finish her off, once and for all. Not that I don’t like Clinton, I actually voted for her before I left, but she hasn’t done very well lately, Many, including myself, figured her campaign was dead in the water. I guess the bitch just wont die. I'd call her the comeback kid, but her husband already received that title with all the coming he did on the campaign trail back in 92. Regardless, the Democratic Party better get their ass in gear and soon because half the party supports Obama, half supports Clinton, and together I don’t think they could beat grandpa McCain right now.
Over the weekend, I spent a beautiful Shabbat in Haifa, a city in the North of Israel. Now, I haven't been in Haifa for almost 3 years, and it the city was just as amazing as I last remembered. Situated right on the cost, Haifa's majestic hills overlook most of the Golan and Galilee. I spent Shabbat with friends and various other acquaintances, many of them soldiers or soon to be soldiers. We sat around, schmoozed, ate, and relaxed. Now let me just start by saying that these fine young men and women are the backbone of Israeli society. Upon the completion of high school, they give 2-3 years, and sometimes even more, of their lives for the sake of Israeli security and defense. For most, it's not even an issue, although many wish they didn't have to serve, it's part of the national psyche that matures young adults and makes Israelis Israeli. I don’t have to educate my reading public on why there is a mandatory draft every year for all healthy, able minded and bodied 18 year olds. The World around us is a scary place. If we didn’t defend ourselves, who would? As long as Israel is surrounded by potential enemies (Lebanon, Syria, Iran, Hezbollah, Hamas, and Fattah), there will always be a call for an annual draft.
It's important to also consider what the army does for young Israelis; in short, conscription matures children into adults. I meet Israelis my age all the time, who don’t seem 23 or 25. They fool me for much older. Now, not all of these soldiers are battle scared veterans fresh form the front lines. Many had respectable desk jobs. It's not just bullets and landmines. Sadly, for Israelis the last 60 years have been met with 6 wars, 2 Entifadas, and countless counter-terrorism operations, all which offer constant reminders of who we are and what we need to be: a civilian army on call at all times. Although the army is first and foremost an army, it's the best socio-economic equalizer in Israel. On induction day, nobody cares if you're Sephardic (a Jew of Spanish origins), Ashkenazi (a Jew of Eastern European origins), poor, rich, a Sabra (native born Israeli),or oleh (immigrant to Israel). After the army service, many Israelis travel the world, India, Europe, the United States, and relax for awhile before entering the university. Throughout the years, men, and sometimes women, are called up for reserve duty exercises, which are like a high school reunion where they reconnect with friends from years ago. I see it all the time. In my wonderings around Jerusalem, I come across old friends running up to embrace each other months, and years after their service ended. For Israelis, the soldiers you meet in the army are your life-long friends. When you interview for a job, the 3rd question by an employer is ALWAYS, "What unit did you serve in?" If you didn’t dedicate at least some part of your life, towards the armed services, you better dam well have a good explanation. For better of for worse, but definitely not by Israeli design, the army has shaped Israel and Israelis. It's stitched into the fabric of this Jewish country's identity. The only real question is how this does, if it does at all, affect me???
In other news, apparently Hillary Clinton won big last night to remain alive for another day of fighting in the Democratic Primary. I was surprised, hell shocked that Mr. Hussein didn’t finish her off, once and for all. Not that I don’t like Clinton, I actually voted for her before I left, but she hasn’t done very well lately, Many, including myself, figured her campaign was dead in the water. I guess the bitch just wont die. I'd call her the comeback kid, but her husband already received that title with all the coming he did on the campaign trail back in 92. Regardless, the Democratic Party better get their ass in gear and soon because half the party supports Obama, half supports Clinton, and together I don’t think they could beat grandpa McCain right now.
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