So political in the morning

I finally have internet from home! Can you believe it? It’s been a year almost. Aty first my computer broke down and I had to get it fixed. That took a few months. Then I moved. Then my crother and Nir kept saying "No, i’ll do it" No! I’LL do it", and of course neither of them did it. Then it was like "why get internet if we’re going to move again. That took 4 months, and then when we finally got here, they told us we couldn’t get ADSL at our new neighborhood. WTF? Becuase of "lack of demand". Hello? Okay, it’s not Tel Aviv, but it’s right next door! No way intyernet doesn’t get here! Turned out that it was a mistake, but we’;re still joking about our "rural" house that doesn’t get internet or cable (we just decided not to get that).

I just lovelovelove my new house. by the way. I love it more every day. The location is supreme: 20 minutes drive from work, 10 minutes from Giraffe, Carrot and Spaghetti, 20 minutes from Pomme and Celery, only an hour to my parent’s house and right next door to the city. And yet – Country! We have our own yard – small, but easily held a picnic for 20 people on Independence day, it’s on ground floor, which is really cool – no more "Oh, I forgot something in the car. Let’s try to forget it never existed" (that’s third-floor-no-elevator think). And there is so much PARKING everywhere, including right near the door! And, apropos parking, the PARK is right next door. Nature! 20 minutes from Dizengof ceter, which is about as "central" as you can get in this country.

But boy does it feel rural at times… the neighbors… are actually neighbors. They say hello, they stop to chat. They knock at your door and say "there’s been such an attack of flees, hasn’t there?". They hang out in your yard and take your garden furniture when they have company over – never mind, you can take theirs as well.  These are simple people, friendly and unassuming. Sometimes loud. I like them. More than the big posers of Tel Aviv, though I still see myself as one of them…

Of course, in 5 years this neighborhood is going to be torn down and replaced by high rises with fancy buildings and very different people. It’s just too well-located. So sad, but so to-be-expected. This house is a miracle, and we found it, a minute before it became extinct.

Ack, today i have to go to the Halocaust museum, with my family including Grandmother. My dad called and said Grandma wants us all to go. I said fine, even rearranged my plans. Then i ruined things by getting into this argument – not even argument really – conversation – with my dad. I think I upset him.

The thing is, he was going on about how we were doing this "Not only for Grandma, but for yourself!". And that was the trigger. I stareted telling his that yes, I was doing it for my grandma, and that if I had to choose for myslef, the last thig I would EVER do on such a beautiful friday morning is go to a holocaust museum. Enough. I know all there is to know about the subject. I’m done with it. I was commanded to remember and never forget, and to pass it on. Fine. I don’t think i’ll be going "holocaust? What was that all about?" soon. And I will pass it on. I swear, That is – assuming another horrendous catastrophe doesn’t happen before i have kids. And I think about it every year on holocaust day – and on many other days. But just because someone decided to build a new museum, it doesn’t mean that there’s MORE holocust now than there was before. Someone decided to build a museum, and now i’m not part of the Jewish people if I don’t go there. argh.

I’m so done with it. I’m so done. You know what? Remembering the holocaust is supposed to be about preventing similar things from happening in the future. Are we preventing? No, we’re spending all our time remembering. When has my grandma, or my dad, thought about AIDS in Africa or political kidnappings in Southern America or civil wars in Sierra Lion and all of that? What about sex-slaves and poor labour Immigrants here in Tel Aviv? What about the palestinians? Or poverty or drugs? Maybe we could use the morning to do something about that? Which of course is a lie. I would use this morning to finish painting the house and then I would go take a walk aroound Yafo and maybe go shopping. But you know what? That’s living. That’s important, too. I have enough things making me sad, if it’s me-thins or world-things. When the me-things are fine, world-things cloud up on me as if someone up there decided to make sure I will never be TOTALLY content (though I basically am). I really don’t need to spend a sunny morning, one of my few, in a building deicated to preserving bad memories. I really don’t.