Category: Evidence

this thin angel of twilight

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I went on a date with my Vietnamese friend on our (70 ish) Independence day. Unshaved, she understood only a few words in English, and her “R” is so much more subtle for me to understand…

Nevertheless, it was so wonderful to meet her on the main southern city junction, yet, a small city with some heritage of bravery wrote on the nation’s page-of-history.

Presented her to my father, he was smiling at me, this thin angel walking next to me!

On that night, a couple, in their mid 40s, who are more familiar with more fashioned parts of Israel reached to us, and asked her about her origin. I have advised her not to answer such a question.

She told me that it is okay, and they began to speak.

I have looked towards them and understood two things: I was mistaken: this couple feels deeply lonely here, in their own homeland. … many actually are, the strong Israel, the startup nation.

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ACT OF WAR (?)

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Hồng: I read from the news we have a war between Palestine and Israel
Amir: I hope not. 
Amir: We prefer to call it escalation. 

Eskimo’s settings is obviously the snow: snow, snowflakes, ice, glacier, melting water, cold, summer cold, storm. so, it is only naturally hundreds of words (or lexemes) would be arising to express the creativity of the surrounding settings: 

  1. “Kanevvluk” for fine-snow, 
  2. “Qengaruk” for snow-bank, 
  3. “Muruaneq” for soft-deep-snow, etc. 

It made me wonder if war is the this region’s settings, and if with new communication opportunities it made us create so many words for war?

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Beauty in Smoke

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War tourism is an unweighted concept, but not unheard. One aspect and one story of it would be told now.

A person, couples, friends, who travel to vital war zones for personal gain. Through the smoke fence, something happens. The travelers just found a parking space, and with their typical walking shoes, they have climbed the green hill.

Binoculars are not required. Just hear the helicopter blades pounding, the Iron Dome leaping into action. Sense what is already here: the winter breeze read sermons. A touching creation of automatization and sacrification;

Some would not return, as those who walked through the 1939 Todesmärsche, we are all familiar with.

And this is logical to those who need to be obliged to the unforgiving one-society laws and strict corporate culture, they are being heard. Local bakeries cannot produce bread. The recipe of freedom went bankrupt. Sacrification, bankruptcy, survival.

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Eternal Peace

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Her mother passed away two months ago, the father a year before, and today she is. My parents speaking about the tragedy, calling others to inform;It is somehow the leftovers of the communal sense.

“Amir, do you know who passed away today? The daughter of Tzipora (bird). I know how close you were with each other. She asked about you many times during her mother’s mourning days (שבעה)”.

They are ultra-Orthodox, which means those-who-worship-God-in-every-step-of-life… and this bond we had between two different communities is a rare sight. This is how Israeli society has been arranged.

Now they are preparing themselves for the funeral. The Holy-Man (Rabbi) would prepare the body of the deceased for a hole in the ground. Would ask in behalf of the participants for forgiveness. 4 man would take her for eternal peace (למנוחת עולמים). And I would be here with the keyboard also because of the COVID-19 spread. 

Image: Jess Foami

A Stretchr

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To hold the body of the deceased that was placed by the holy-man… in Israel it is the job that led by the Rabbi, the Rabbi purified the body at the purified bath. The Rabbi also asks the attendees to repeat him and ask for forgiveness. Then, convoyed by the Rabbi, 4 men, or on a car, taking the body of the deceased on its last journey, to a body-sized hole in the ground. Yesterday I was one of those 4 men, and while holding on the left, I was surprised to see my brother on the right. The holy-man preys. “Brother”, I have called him. Tweets, sand winds. I’m looking into his eyes: “This is auntie”. The sister of our mom… So strange to feel so many memories in one word – auntie. Auntie was covered by 5 heavy cement boards with soil above.

Photo: Matson Collection

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