Amir Pri-gal about mirrors
All my life I lived in one country until I realized how essential it is to contact people from other cultures once I landed in a country that was so unfamiliar to me. I exhibit this because if you are experiencing a constant competitive life I want you to join me on a short guidance trip ——, a journey that can take you aside from lifelong confines that may taking a place in yours as a result of the circumstances.
Ready?
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.
There are those who do not love themselves and do not love others.
There are those who love themselves and love others out of separateness.
There are those who love all they see and feel, but he, and she, is forced to love out of separateness.
A draught broke through the door, a wide-open door now. The first and second burst into tears: originally with the first lament, and continue with the second lament, and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth, to the sixth, for the last that remains … in a way that no one hears and will not hear.
This is the notable lament of all.
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Photo: Library of Congress, (source).
As far as I can see, MEMORY 📜 is a one-time reunion of two forces : The winds (pressures) and the ocean (water flow). At a particular moment, an eruption occurred in the form of a wave.
The occurring force is so strong, it holds on time. Sometimes for years, for generations, some might say. It is hard; it is harsh; it is a force.
It is a memory of, and not limited to, a pain. On top of it, a fort is standing firmly, with one gatekeeper who makes sure for the occurrence stability, the wave itself.
2100 years ago, we found a sorcerer. This oracle had just graduated from the Delphi Academy of Art, specializing in fortune-telling using colors:
She doesn’t know to read Tarot, because plastic hasn’t been invented yet, not to mention a decorative crystal ball with all the lightning inside, for electricity was patent registered exclusively to the mighty God.
Colors representation is made by words only, not by fruits, nor by substances manufactured by Mexican cartels, for yet Columbus was not yet born, and consequently neither has the ketchup.
Although alcohol might be a good idea to get the sorcerer into The-Mood. But for some reason, we may never know about, the World Health Organization (WHO) of 2100 years ago, as a mediator between the men and spirits, didn’t yet accept Sake, potato-made beverages and Gin as part of the registration papers.
So, we are in the middle of a crisis. Our camel began to meow. Yes, we are not wrong, meow like a cat: ニャー, मियांउ, мяу, مواء.
And it is a disaster because he is the beloved queen supreme-leader of his herd, first-to-his-name camel… furthermore, he began to smoke our cigarettes, in public, in front of our wives!
Such an embarrassment, and we must fix it ASAP! Or else… our honor degrees that come along with the job description as Sirs will be chopped off, literally.
She: This is stevia.
Stevia (/ˈstiːviə, ˈstɛviə/) noun
A plant, a natural substitute to sugar. It has almost no calories. Taste like artificial sweetener.
Me: I will show you why. On the front label, the plant name is being written. On the back, the accurate number is 4.1%.
She: What is your problem?
Me: The CEO has an obligation to provide private education to his children. I have obligations for my family members too.
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The enjoyment of the reporter who had the privilege to drink the triple-distilled 50-year-old whiskey /// in relation to The enjoyment of a farmer who gathers every night with her farming brothers with a tea pot which was cast in iron 50 years ago. Those two enjoyments do not annulling each other out, nor voiding …
And just after the deep sip of linguistic meanings, she said that we live in wonderful times. To millions of people.
… and I wonder, who is claiming such a statement?
This claim is false in the life of that one boy who reached adulthood. He described to me only a few days before about all the fears I didn’t even know. I think I have asked him about asking out someone he likes. I felt pure love at his age. No one forced me how to love. It just happened by itself like a geyser starting to emanate to the surface from the untouched earth…
all the fears that were presented to the general public in the media, with the exact definitions he was describing to me. All the eminent prohibitions of the wonderful times.
Presentations which are not appropriate for a boy in his stage.
