During one of my shifts one tourist asked me to help her. It seemed that she came from one of the countries of East Asia, but she was a Canadian
A Canadian with perfect English and thin eyes
We looked for souvenir for one of her friends from Canada
Her friend's husband is Iranian.
So we were looking for a souvenir that the Holy Land or Jerusalem would not be mentioned on it
there wasn't any
The tourist was sad
Even when I told her I am married to the son of immigrant parents from Iran
She couldn't found solace
Then, a moment later she asked me:
"What exactly is Israel's relationship with Iran"
I answered, unequivocally
"We are for war"
I envied her
I envied the tourism
Her soul have not been washed yet by the horror waves of anxiety washed into the streets of Israel
She did not hear the news full of Chemical elements like it was a Chemistry lesson at school
And threats
Power games
Tired
Tourists buy newspapers only on their way to their flight back home
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Saturday night exactly 14 years ago
On my way back from my parents in Beer-Sheva to my routine military - bourgeois apartment in Rishon Lezion
I listened to a radio program, at Kol Israel, with host Avi Bettelheim
There was with me also a hitchhiker, a soldier
I was optimistic
Focused
Belonged
That evening, after watching dull TV
on our way to bed
news from Galgalatz, The Voice of the Sleepy Bourgeois
"Shots were heard at the square"
Woman on TV said explicitly
"Rabin was not hurt"
He was not hurt
He died
At the next day a friend of my told me that he drove Rabin's dead body at the back of a Vandura from Tel-Aviv to Jerusalem were his coffin waited
I went to pass in front of his coffin that night
I gathered with the thousands who were there, trying to pass the coffin at the Knesset Yard
I even don't remember what I felt then towards the coffin
Just know today that I felt belonged
I could stand among all the people, all the stunned Israelis
I felt belong
Since then, 14 years
Bourgeoisie left the sleeping pills and went to hard drugs
The army is no longer part of my life
I will not go into the crowd after any coffin
I do not belong
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When you arrive Beer-Sheba from the south in darkness you see a magnetic rectangle lights on the east
This is The Beer-Sheva Prison
Dark inside
So pretty it looks
Only from the outside only at night
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Dan Acadia Hotel Herzliya have a security guard at the entrance
The guard has a French accent
Welcome to Israel Jewish residents of France! Welcome my brother!
"Do You Carry Any Weapon?"
