Go to sleep.
I am not tired.
Good.
Come together to compose a story.
- You want me to start? - Yes.
Once there was this village, which left all its inhabitants.
Even the rats had left her.
And so it was this village, silent, abandoned many years to come.
Rain beat on the streets, eleven
washing away the traces of people.
When the rain stopped,
Birds flew over the village.
There were so many that it was difficult to see the sky.
The whole day was night.
While in a small house ...
A little boy opened the door.
He was the only one left in the village.
"Story of love and darkness"
38 years old my mother was when she died.
In its present age, I could be her father.
Much has survived Jerusalem.
The city was destroyed, rebuilt, destroyed and rebuilt.
The conquerors, one after another came to Jerusalem, They ruled it for some time,
He left behind several walls and towers, a few notches on the rock, a handful of shards -
and disappeared,
like the morning mist from the slopes of these mountains.
Jerusalem - an old nympho, shakes off the lovers, after having squeezed them.
- We are late. - Child, Arie. thirty
My mother grew up in the city of Rivne,
who was then in Poland, and today - in Ukraine.
Her childhood there consisted of words such as chandeliers,
servants, mystery,
romantic melancholy.
At a time when anti-Semitism spread throughout Europe,
she dreamed about Israel,
the land flowing with milk and honey, which is pioneers turned the desert into a blooming garden.
She imagined a pioneering poet, worker, a revolutionary,
a man born to hold in their hands weapon, work the land,
and, at the same time, like culture, own rich soul and developed intellect.
After mom and his family He fled to Palestine,
Pines in the forest,
in the forest, where my mother and her sisters
He loved to pick mushrooms and berries,
spend the night in sleeping bags in the creek under the starry sky,
Germans, Lithuanians and Ukrainians murdered in
within two days more than 23 thousand Jews ...
Almost everyone who knew my mother.
Million ditishik ...
Million ditishik they killed! Such as you are!
Slaughtered!
Jerusalem, 1945, The British Mandate.
Good afternoon, dear lady. I ask the Tel Aviv 648,
Please Wait, sir, a couple of minutes.
Who says Mr. Nashashibi.
I'm waiting for my lady, of course, I'm waiting,
- But people are waiting at the other end. - It's too early, Arie.
- But still we connect ... - But what will happen if we connect,
but they still did not come?
Hello? Zvi?
- It's me. - It Arie. From Jerusalem.
Yes, Arie, hello. It's me, Zvi. How are you?
We are fine. We call you
- From the pharmacy. - Ask my sister, how is.
What do you tell? What's in Tel Aviv?
Everything is fine. Nothing special. We live.
If not news - it's too bad. And we have no news.
We will write a letter and agree, when he called the next time.
- Take care of yourself. Good luck. - And you.
They were not sure at all, that really will talk next time.
Million ditishik ...
Suddenly draped riots, pogroms, massacres, Britons will turn against us ...
Arrests will begin.
Hello everybody.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Close the window! Close the door, please.
They left. All.
Like exactly it was only a dream.
She arrived.
New book directly from the printer.
"Novella in Hebrew Literature"
My first book.
"IA Klausner. Novella in Hebrew Literature "
This is almost the same as if I was born another child.
I invite your parents.
My first teacher of literary history - David my only brother, which I lost in the darkness of exile. Where are you?
Who said that only your uncle It will have a higher education in the family?
- It is - only my first publication. - Yes.
Not the last.
Borsch cute. Good.
Almost tasty.
Even peasant cook in Jewish homes,
They know that the soup must be sour and a little sweet,
and in any case not the other way around - sweet and a little sour, as it is accepted by the Poles,
everything in the world to do sweet beyond measure.
Even herring they, God forbid, can dip in the jam.
Raise your glass in honor of the book, which was published.
- Good luck! - Let's drink! - Good luck!
If we have to choose between the lies and the ability to cause offense to a person,
Always prefer generosity justice and rectitude.
I was allowed to lie?
Sometimes yes.
It is better if you're sensitive than direct.
Good. Come on.
Come, hold a peg.
We will create a small kibbutz.
- Own hands will get the bread out of the earth! - Kadima (forward).
You know, "Kadima" - means "Move" or "front".
But...
word is, in fact, comes from "kedem" (East)
implying ancient times.
Therefore, speaking in Hebrew, in essence, looking back in time.
- Interesting? - Yes.
- Good. - Are you okay?
Arie?
You are, in general, recognize me, then covered? Pay attention to this.
- All. - All?
All.
My father told me once.
Amos, pay attention to the connection between the words:
"Adam" (earth, soil), "Adam" (man)
"Ladies" (blood)
"Hell" (red)
"Dumiya" (silence).
You sit yourself 6 months and writing a new novel,
and immediately all the beautiful girls snapping it to store shelves,
and, lying down to sleep, take a novel to bed.
At least, my books deliver a bit of fun.
If your goal - a girl,
then it may be wise write romance stories.
All that I am saying this - do not hurry.
Ask her sisters, Your life belongs only to you
for a very short period of time
after leaving the parental home before the first pregnancy.
And when your child has grown, you will not become, as before, by itself,
because of my mother simply turn into a grandma.
But they say that children - the best, that can be yours.
Who is it?
Remember what happened to the neighbor?
- Ira? - Yes.
Wife Stiletskogo.
- Yes Yes. - Yes, she was an alcoholic husband,
who ran the mill of our father.
He lost it in a card, until finally lost it ...
That is, every time he lost it for one night,
until one day she ran away from him and his son coachman.
Anton!
So, out of his house,
She could see from a distance their children playing.
One day she decided to visit her daughter.
When it came, the daughter called her a whore,
and I did not want to talk to her.
That night, Ira gathered remnant forces
bidonchikom entered with kerosene in the house ...
and lit a match.
Our children do not understand, they can hurt us.
I just do not understand why ...
Why nobody warned you?
What do you want of caution, written in small letters,
to say that, in the end, you - just food?
What do you, as a food for chicks, need, to grow and get stronger?
Polina, no one warns us,
because every mother thinks she - the only one who feels like this,
and every mother is crying alone in your pillow at night.
In addition to our mother who curse us.
"Tarzan the Invincible"
- No tricks. Be a good boy. Good? - Good.
Friends parents Staszek and Mala Rudnicki,
They were childless,
and sometimes parents left me with them.
Dad, as usual,
explained that the word "childless"
Indeed, due to the "darkness" in short,
and is similar in sound and spelling the word "save". And perhaps, the ancient sense of the word -
lack of memory,
the absence of children,
absence of light.
My mother sometimes left alone.
Where?
I could only speculate.
When we visit the Arab house,
it is important to remember courtesy.
No children or even young people, should not,
in any case, intervene in adult conversation.
Only if we turn to you directly,
answer briefly, energetically, but politely.
If the meal is served,
do not dare to take anything, not to chop or not to spill.
And if you still insist to take, then give up,
but delicately, like a gentleman,
even if you can not help it at a sweets.
After all, we were invited Only thanks to Uncle Staszek,
who helped his son al-Hiluani get out of jail.
The manifestation of negative attitudes
during the visit of such a high
is not only an insult to the audacity and confidence,
but true to the cause of mutual understanding and mutual dialogue between the two nations.
Coat? Coat?
My friend, you are welcome!
Nice to meet you, my lady. Nicely...
You are all familiar with my friend, Mr. Sarphil.
Mr. Sarphil helped to release my son, Edward, after the incident with the arrest of
at the beginning of summer. Thank you for coming.
Please come. Perhaps the young lord
He wants to play in the garden?
Please, please, my lady.
Well, dear, let's go home.
Good morning, my lady.
My name is Amos. And you?
My name is Aisha.
This - my brother, Auvad.
Your father, your dear father,
He invited me to go out to play with you.
He - not my father. He - the uncle of my mother.
I do not live here, I live in Talbieh.
How do you know Hebrew?
I am learning to play the piano in Rehavia 3 years.
Hebrew sounds very nice, Rehavia quarter and also very beautiful.
Clean this. Quiet.
Quarter Talbieh also clean and quiet.
You do not agree to talk to me a little bit?
Did not we already talk?
Israel has enough space for two people.
You just need to learn to live together in peace and respect.
I have another older brother in London. He learns from a lawyer.
What do you want to learn, when you grow up?
And you?
You will eventually lawyer. Judging by your talk.
Why, actually, do you think so?
I'm going to write a book.
Indeed? Which book?
Poems.
- Poems? - Yes, in French and in English.
I also write in Arabic, but I do not show it to anyone.
- There are beautiful poems in Hebrew? - Of course.
Levin Kipnis, Rachel, Ze'ev Jabotinsky, Tchernichovsky ...
"Bloom and my people,
He withdraws from the chains of slavery,
Full of life will heal. "
You know how to climb trees?
I do not have any minute.
Give me a minute.
I do not have any minute.
Give me a minute.
I do not have any minute.
Give me a minute ...
This is - the father of Amos.
May I speak with Mr. al-Hiluani?
You will be able to give him, I'm very sorry about what happened?
We rely on the speedy recovery dear baby.
We are ready to bear all the costs, associated with treatment.
We sincerely wish to meet to find out all the circumstances and fix what you can.
We have tried to write a ...
Once upon a time there were two monks who took over all sorts of strict vows.
In particular, they have taken a vow come on foot the whole of India
from end to end.
And the vow of complete silence:no one
not utter a single word, even in a dream, all the days of foot travel.
But one day, when they went to the river bank,
they both heard a cry for help - screamed a woman drowning in the turbulent flow.
Without words and conversations the younger of them I jumped into the water,
on his back made a drowning woman on the beach, silently laid it on the sand,
and both the ascetic continued on in silence.
And now, after six months or even a year,
suddenly asked the young monk, his companion:
"Tell me,
What do you think - I have sinned; carrying the woman on his back? "
But comrade replied with a question:
"What, you still continue to carry it on his back? "
You know, Amos,
when I was a student,
I loved to sit here among the flowers, and read.
And one day, after school, she met your future father.
Do you remember? I told you about the word "flower".
The word "Perach" (a flower) is composed of "steam" and "Reahim".
"Steam" - the root - "fertility"
and "Reahim" it as "tempt insects" to fertilize the plants.
He used the weakness of your mom's words.
Well, what could I do?
All students took care of her. I had to stand.
Exactly.
Remembering -
it's like trying to build an ancient building
of the stones of its ruins.
And remember the stones.
Please can the APC?
Yes now.
The headache does not leave me.
I do not believe them. No, I do not believe.
- It's - a huge affair. - You think so?
What are you saying that all this - only intrigue?
All of this - a huge affair, as in the theater.
After all, Ben-Gurion had already quietly agreed sell all of Jerusalem to King Abdullah.
And for that the British and the Arabs leave him his kibbutzim.
And what will happen to us -
- Slaughtered, burned all of us, it makes no difference to them. - What is it with you? What are you saying?
Million ditishik ...
If the war will be when there is a war, we will win it.
Our state is literally standing at the gate.
- Million ditishik. - Do not be. There is no gate.
There is an abyss.
Phew.
- Do not grown anything. - Come here.
You know, if you open a human skull and brain extract,
We see that our brain - only cauliflower.
Just something that's such a cabbage.
But what a miracle:
such a small cabbage
and holds the heavens and the earth,
and the sun and all the stars,
and Plato's ideas
and the music of Beethoven,
and Chekhov's play ...
Is there enough space and dinosaurs and whales ...
And mankind hope and passion, and lust, and errors, and fantasy ...
And yet.
You do not know how to throw.
Amos!
Come play with us.
I can not. Grandma comes today.
Children! What are you doing there?
Fanichka!
Fania.
Amos, where my mother?
Fania.
You will not believe.
My books are sold, all five!
He said he will order more. And already I ordered by phone five more.
He said that this is only the beginning.
Let's go to the movies, "Edison" see the new film.
You will go to Zarkhi at this time, okay?
For us.
And hell and paradise
can be found in every room.
A little bit of anger -
and man is hell.
A little mercy, a little generosity -
and the man is a paradise ...
Hello, congratulations.
I still do not believe it.
Hello Garbo.
Amos, behave yourself.
Book?
Tchernichovsky.
I think your patience It helps our plants.
Why do not you go take a look for yourself?
When my family moved to the street Dubinskaya,
continued to live there tenants, "Inherited" from the previous owners.
Polish officer lived in a large, bright room with the rank of colonel by the name of Yang.
Every Friday, my mother sent one of us
tray with poppy biscuits, fragrant, fresh from the oven,
I wish him from the "Shabbat shalom" behalf of the entire family.
Shabbat Shalom.
Cutie.
And he stroked the girl's head,
He called her "gypsy"
and he confessed that it was her alone he waits,
and he promised to marry her, as soon as she gets older.
But once,
Sunday, before dawn,
even before the first glimmer of light,
I decided to test the Colonel, how his gun.
First, he released two bullets the closed window facing the garden.
By chance he was able to complete darkness to get into a dove.
The next day, this pigeon found in the yard wounded, but alive.
Then Colonel drove one bullet
in a wine bottle standing on the table,
He shot twice in the chandelier from the ceiling ...
and...
One day I found in the closet hidden in a slit note
written by a female hand.
"Zevon, my little wolf, know that you are very dear to me!
For I have not met a man all his life better and more noble than you.
I am not worthy to kiss padoshfy your shoes. "
In the word "sole" I found two grammatical errors.
The note was signed with the letter G.
and they were drawn at the end of full lips, the substituted for a kiss.
No one knows anything about the other.
Even about your husband or wife. And no one knows anything about himself.
I do not know.
And if at times it seems for a moment, we know it's even worse,
because it is better not to know anything,
than live deceived.
November 29, 1947
At night, in Lake Success, near New York,
United Nations General Assembly
will meet to vote for that?
For the adoption of UNSCOP Committee recommendations.
And what is the recommendation?
Create the territory of the British Mandate two independent states:
Jewish and Arab.
Who objects?
Islamic countries, along with the UK Government.
And why?
Their goal - the transformation of the whole of Eretz Yisrael in Arabic state under the British protectorate,
Egypt, Transjordan and Iraq.
Well done.
You know, Lake Success means in English the "Lake Success".
That is the exact opposite of "Sea of ??Tears"
symbolizing Bialik in the destiny of our people.
- It is interesting. - Wow, that's interesting.
Mali:yes.
Pakistan:no.
Panama:yes.
Paraguay...
Yes.
- Peru ... - Excuse me, can you help me? - Yes.
Take it to the mother.
- Netherlands:yes. - Yes!
- Saudi Arabia:no. - Come, my dear.
Siam:none.
Sweden:Yes.
Syria:no.
Turkey:no.
Ukraine:yes.
Union of South Africa:yes.
- Yes... - Soviet Union:Yes.
Britain:abstained.
USA:Yes.
- Uruguay:yes. - It was a "yes"!
Venezuela:yes.
Yemen:no.
Yugoslavia:abstained.
The resolution of a special commission on the question of Eretz Yisrael
Organization of the United Nations adopted.
Alive people of Israel! Alive the Jewish people!
The people of Israel, the people of Israel, the nation of Israel lives!
Everything changes, everything must change.
I told you so.
"We brought you the world ...
We brought you the world ... "
Finally.
You can not imagine at all, as the boys made fun of me anti-Semitic
Polish school in Vilna.
And when the next day, my father, your grandfather,
I came to the school, demanding justice, hoodlums pounced on him.
Knocking him to the ground ...
and pulled off his pants in the middle of the court gymnasium.
All the kids were laughing,
and teachers watched in silence.
Or, perhaps, too, laughed.
Of course, you will not be one to annoy all sorts of bullies, and on the street and at school.
Perhaps they will pester you just because you're a little like me.
But now, from the moment how will our state,
bullies never will not stick to you, because you - a Jew. Never in my life.
After about three hours,
seven in the morning, while we were sleeping,
Jerusalem Arabs began armed attacks to the Jewish transport,
which spread throughout the country.
My nickname - Garibaldi.
I will instruct you,
how to help our patriots.
You will help ...
You procheshete all the yards, all the sheds and warehouses,
will collect and empty bags, to fill them with sand,
and empty bottles. Some will be able to fill them with a cocktail,
very tasty for the enemy.
You will collect on vacant lots and abandoned backyards hubeyzu (wild plant)
to somehow counter the threat of hunger in Jerusalem.
We also set the duty observers
to prevent any movement of the British. Go.
How nice. Wash, and I'll make some right now.
Of course, you are hungry after their search.
Score of water.
Fanichka.
I mobilized in self-defense units, Fanichka.
You have nothing to say to this?
What do you want me to say?
Well done, you are very brave.
The war invaded our house.
Life turned into sandbags.
In the life of the Jews,
as well as in the lives of other people,
the most terrible conflicts flare up it is between the two persecuted.
Only sentimental cherished desires pursued together in a burst of solidarity
to fight with the cruel oppressor.
In fact,
two sons of the same father,
not necessarily become allies.
It often happens that his brother they see not the fate of a fellow,
but a reflection of the face of their common oppressor.
Europe, mocked the Arabs,
humiliate and rob them through colonialism,
it was she, Europe, persecuted and oppressed, and as Jews.
But the Arabs, looking at us, they see in front of you not a handful of nerve refugees
and arrogant Europe-colonizer.
And we, on our part, looking at the Arabs
and see, we like ourselves are not victims, and bloodthirsty anti-Semites,
Nazis disguised themselves.
At midnight on May 15, 1948
It ended a 30-year power British Mandate ...
... Proclaimed by Ben Gurion in Tel Aviv
a few hours before midnight.
For many weeks our basement apartment He served as a kind of refuge
for the residents of the upper floors.
I have a connection ...
- You pull, hurt. - Sorry, sorry.
100 Jews were burned alive yesterday not far from the quarter Sheikh Jerash.
These were people from the column, raises to the hospital, "Hadassah" and the university.
100 people.
Doctors and nurses, workers and students.
Why did they stop?
The British gave no exit.
What here a quarter of a chicken,
if right before your eyes there are such misery?
Emaciated children ... For several months they tried meat ...
Please, madam.
- I do not know why we stayed here. - Who is next?
When they killed her friend,
when a tragedy occurred pages is my mother's novels,
suffering did not seem romantic to her.
Reached an armistice agreement with Egypt.
After Egypt will be an agreement with Transjordan,
and the last will be Syria and Lebanon.
Thank God!
When the British left,
green line was established around Israel.
The neighbors returned to their homes enthusiastic and optimistic,
and we are left alone.
On the basis an independent Jewish state,
It disappeared as if it was not,
thousands of years of longing of the Jewish people
their homeland.
Maybe my mother felt loss of desire, dreams,
because he suddenly stopped talking their stories.
"And that's what I see?
A boy of about three years standing in the middle of the street,
and it is flying war machine.
What urine, I shouted:
"Boy, boy!"
- "And, with a cry, I rushed up to him ..." - What is he saying?
The car immediately turned to the side.
Who knows? Maybe mom left him?
Maybe his family is very poor, I was not able to feed him,
and I could not see my child hungry?
And perhaps a boy - an orphan without parents?
Yes, and there are in this world. "
- I tell you, wait for me! - Who do you think is the best football player?
- It seems to me, Dado. - I think I am.
- No, I think I'm a little better. - I. - No, I do.
- David, Moses, you and me. - What if? Look at it this way:
I then David, then Moses, and then you.
You - a very funny to know.
Give me your sandwich.
I'll be back in fifteen minutes.
You can go with you?
I need to spend some time alone with him.
Stay and you are with yourself.
I'll be back soon.
Maybe, you tell me, finally,
that you this, that I love so much just for you?
Most...
Most of all I love your naiveté.
Never in all my life I have never met such naivete.
Even after how you will live a long life,
many have experienced,
This naivete is not on you will peel. Never.
I think that when you grow up, you will be that kind ...
vociferous boltunishkoy like your father.
But at the same time you will a man silent, closed,
deep and full, like a well in the village, abandoned by its inhabitants ...
Can be simultaneously and thus and thus.
I was suddenly filled with horror.
It seemed, from a distance, on the horizon,
coming, gradually becoming ever more clearly, for some unknown disaster.
My mother started having headaches.
Together with migraine
I came to her insomnia.
The doctor prescribed any hypnotic mom and anti-anxiety medications,
but it did not help.
Please do not be mad at me, Amos.
I am now a little difficult,
but then you see yourself, I try everything to be good.
Thank you, Amos.
I know I can count on you completely.
- Good night. - Good night.
- Dad? - Sleep, sleep.
I was lucky, I was lucky.
Thank you.
Your Mom punishes itself,
just to punish me.
Go.
Go, play a little bit on the street.
Just be very careful. Women are different.
Not all of these good and honest as you.
Come back when you want.
You still need something?
Amos here.
Dad and I had to talk to neighbors,
that she had the flu or a special sensitivity to daylight,
or that she was very tired.
We did not tell anyone what was known but both of us.
That is the only thing she knew her closest friend.
Amos, are you - a ray of light, you know about it?
Mom says you're - "sun" it.
You - a boy so intelligent and sensitive.
You know, I have a feeling,
that when you grow up big, you're a writer.
I'm not a writer. Feelings make me disgusted.
I'm a farmer, or those who poison dogs. With a syringe filled with poison.
- Have a good day. - And you.
You know what happened, when Tarzan met cowboys and Indians?
What happened?
Tarzan watched from the tree,
while as cowboys and Indians They fought under him.
One cowboy snake grabbed by the throat, crawling under his feet,
and forced her poison into his mouth Indian.
Then Injun grabbed a prickly cactus and put out ...
cowboy of his blue eyes.
Tarzan watched them from above
and I am thinking what to do.
So what?
I'll tell you tomorrow.
It was a great story. Where did you hear it?
Say it - not your dad?
Where?
Amos, are you - a very good boy.
My mother is suffering from a terrible headache.
Just speak quietly,
do not run, and not a riot, right?
Faster open.
- Do you need anything? - No thanks.
So why do not you lie down?
I feel so good. Thank you.
- And the doctor? When he was? - There is no need of a physician.
Mom, leave her alone.
Do not interfere, Arie.
Comedian ... As if it laid the moon from the sky.
Well, that melancholy mood, whims?
This is a sign that the heart is still young.
You may think that only it hard here,
that in addition to it, we're all here lizhem honey.
I graduated from their lessons?
Fanya?
How did you sleep?
Good. Finally I slept well.
Well, of course, new pills helped.
How many dreams I saw yesterday.
A dream of a man, which I did not think for a long time.
In Rivne was a wealthy trader in furs,
which even in Paris they sent messengers,
since he was a rare sort of fur, which was called the "silver fox":
he shone and sparkled, like frost on a moonlit winter night.
And then one fine day This merchant became a staunch vegetarian.
He left his house, He built himself a small hut in the forest,
because he could not forgive himself for the thousands of foxes,
where hunters killed for him.
In the end, this man disappeared completely.
When would we, me and my sister, scare each other,
what happened, the three of us lay on the carpet in the dark
and each described in turn,
as a man who was once wealthy merchant furs,
Now wandering naked through the woods.
Perhaps he is now mad
and howling in the thicket like a fox howling. And this howling hair stand on end.
Everyone who had the fate of encounter in the woods with a man-fox
horror
- All the hair on your head become white. - I'm sorry, it's supposed to mean?
Allegory? Prejudice?
Sorry.
Do not be late to school and to work, guys.
What happened to you? What's that supposed to mean?
I regret. This is all because of me.
Today, I decided to invite two men in my life
lunch at my expense in the restaurant.
- Dad knows? - To arrange a surprise for him.
Let's go to work for him,
and shake it from there, how to shake the book mol.
Let's go to.
Today you will be my cavalier.
- What is the "gentleman"? - Cavalier - a knight.
"Cheval" - a horse in French. A "chevalier" - a horseman, a knight.
- You are welcome. - Thank you.
Arie.
Excuse me.
What happened? My parents right? And yours? Everything is fine?
Yes, all right. We want to surprise you.
We poved?m you to dinner.
Well, why not, in fact?
Today, I - the owner, and I'll be happy, if you order
the most expensive dishes.
You are ready?
Yes.
Vegetable soup and chicken cutlets with mashed potatoes, please.
I'm the same, please.
Fanya?
Only white rice, please
and black coffee.
Thank you.
Fanya? Fanya?
Fanichka.
Mom, are you okay?
She needs absolute rest.
I will take care of it.
Thank you Doctor.
This - new tablets.
They will help you to sleep.
Drink some more water.
I do not know how to help you.
You're not responsible for me.
Fan, I do not know how to help you.
Maybe I'll take you a while to Tel Aviv?
Pobudesh with sisters, ventilate.
Yes, a little bit of air.
We can not allow the killers inherited
the property of their victims.
And we need the money to take those who survived the massacre.
What are you talking about?
We do not sell the forgiveness of money, stained with blood.
A few days in Tel Aviv, and thou shalt be like new.
Not surprisingly, you dejected, living in Jerusalem.
We will pamper you.
You do not have to do anything except how to relax.
Fan, maybe eat a slice of cake?
I am not hungry.
You generally eat?
You sound like my mother.
If what you are doing good for her ... She - Yerusalimka.
Yes, there is no sea, it does not know what it is.
Only let them not come to us in the summer.
Does not matter.
That winter
Ayalon river, it is also "wadis musrara"
I burst its banks and flooded neighborhoods of Tel Aviv.
My mother grew up in a kind of vague fascination - in the world of spirituality and beauty.
And the wings of this fascination, eventually hit
of Jerusalem stone floor - naked,
hot and dusty.
20 years later, after graduating from high school in Rovno,
when this romantic schoolgirl
suddenly appeared on the bumpy road everyday life -
among Khamsin, poverty, violence,
diapers, migraines, queues, family life disappointments -
promises, which gave her childhood, have been violated, trampled,
and even turned into a mockery of life itself.
Maybe when life is not implemented none of the promises of her youth,
Mom drew himself death
in the image of the beloved, violent
and at the same time ready to hide under the shadow of its peaceful.
If I were writing the story,
she would have been the other end.
But it is so decided.
Dad is at home?
Just got a call from Tel Aviv, and through Ten minutes will call again. This is urgent.
Two years after my mother's death,
I left the house,
left Jerusalem,
He changed his name
and one went to Kibbutz Hulda.
Mom Dreams:
milk and honey,
make the desert bloom,
pioneer.
- Hi. - Amos?
Hi.
You're taller than me.
You can suitcase?
Thank you.
How I learned to drive a tractor,
stretching hoses by sprinklers in the fields,
shoot from old Czech rifle,
but his jump from the skins I have not been able to.
How much would I have sunbathed - no one is misleading:
all, and I myself, too, knew very well,
even when my skin is tanned, and I became, at last, a dark complexion,
I stayed inside the pale.
This - is now my school.
The only way to keep the dream alive,
path, full of hope and disappointing -
never try to implement it.
A dream brought to life, disappointing.
Frustration -
inheritance dreamers.
"Mama"