Someone said about Berlin, the city of cities, here colors and lights mix, there are varieties of drugs, there are varieties of sex, there is metropolitan madness, people are not afraid of anything, they are open to everything. everything, all the experiments, both chemical and sexual. But here they don’t cross the red traffic light.
They don’t go red.
Amazing image.
An image is more powerful than words. The image has a chance. Words have no chance to penetrate the essence, define the essence, or convey the essence. Especially now. It’s in the image.
The modern metropolis is open to everything. Anything can happen here and you will never be judged for anything. Walk naked. Go crazy. Kiss your lover in the square. But they don’t switch to red here.
This image is also suitable for Tel Aviv.
During coronavirus, a drug addict in Brussels lay on the rails and threw invisible grenades at passersby. Nobody touched him. Personal madness is respected here. However, the madman was wearing a mask, as expected.
This is similar to Tel Aviv.
On Rothschild Boulevard, the most beautiful boulevard in the very center of the city, crazy people and drug addicts wander, here they are not offended, here they are loved. Someone takes aim and spits at me. He almost hits. Almost. But it’s important. Go in peace my friend. They won’t touch them here. But as with bombings, everyone rushes like pioneers to bomb shelters or to the stairs exactly two floors down. As ordered. Psychopaths, even drug addicts, are lining up to bomb shelters.
Except us.
We, experienced Soviet citizens, froze in the cold winter of 1941 and since then we do not care about anything – especially about our fate. He will hit, he will hit.
Olya came to Israel a long time ago, she has been Israeli for a long time, she is the sweetest creature I have ever seen, she works at the Jabotinsky Museum, she knows how to dress like in boutiques at flea markets, the most beautiful earrings and brooches. He brought these pure aristocratic habits from some Soviet states. Where does everything come from?.. Living right in the center of Tel Aviv, how could you imagine anything else? He is also the happy owner of a mamada (fortified room in the apartment), not everyone has such a luxury (many houses are old).
For this reason, 10 more people have now settled in his house. God knows when they will leave. Everyone is like this now. Now everyone moves to visit those who have mammals, without much demand. Olya assures that her friends who returned from France behaved as stupidly as we did. They were also afraid: suddenly something interesting would happen and they would miss it. They did not hide during the bombing either. And then we saw it. The whole family saw this. Happy is the just judge. Peace be upon them.
Everyone goes to the bomb shelters here as one. And exactly as the rear server told us, they sit for exactly 10 minutes after the alarm stops. This man in the orange-brown beret is, in our opinion, the most pointless of the speakers. He stays on the air and tells the same story every time. Both his appearance and speech are appropriate. His words are sluggish, mournful, pale – well, rear, what can I say. Semi-living arrangement of the back.
They don’t go red. They will bomb the shelters. And they don’t swim in the fountains here. Because the paratroopers here are not the same… God Almighty did not create them to swim in the fountains here.
Today the nation is in a unique unity, there is no left or right anymore. Everyone helps everyone. And to escape anxiety, they volunteer in the south of the country. The country is united. It’s not like in peacetime.
And Israel is known to have faced the consequences of internal hostility and discord throughout its history, beyond the problem of intercultural warfare (which other cultures such as Babylonia and Egypt also faced). Their model had already been created by the ancient opposition of prophets and kings. In Egypt and Babylon, for example, such divisions apparently did not exist.
Nothing, nothing, the war will end, everyone will fight again.
When the alarm gets too close, I still go down one floor (and not like the manager in the back says). The whole entryway is sitting on the stairs with their dog. I’m standing alone and holding a new MacBook under my arm. Here is my red price…
I do not care nothing. And above all in your own destiny. But no on MacBook, I don’t care about MacBook. What a shame about the MacBook.
Although I am completely indifferent to my fate, my blood pressure rises rapidly and lasts for two weeks; No pill can alleviate this. “Shura, my head hurts so much, Shura, my head hurts so much,” is on the tip of my tongue. These were Mironov’s last words when an aneurysmal vein burst, he fell on stage and was gone two days later. Shura, my head hurts so much, I tell my inner Shura and go to the hospital to surrender. I’m sure I had a stroke.
After the CT scan, the doctor says “No, it’s not a stroke, you’re stressed” and writes me an exorbitant bill (this in a country where medicine is free). And when you see the bill, the pressure and stress increases so much that you have to pump it out. Turns out I did everything wrong, called the wrong place, not the right place and now I have to pay. Such things do not add health, no.
“You’re stressed, the whole country is stressed right now.”
Here’s how. It seems like I don’t feel stress, but my head does.
Of course, I remember very well what the ZAKA service volunteers said.
There is such a service in Israel, a very special service, volunteers work there, I don’t think you would want to volunteer for such a service, even if you really want to help, even if you have to find something to do right now. volunteering to be useful, to find meaning, to calm the alarm. Even if you really want to volunteer here and now. ZAKA is the identification of disaster victims. The job is special, unorthodox, and mostly Orthodox Jews work there. Their anger is stronger than ours. But what ZAKA volunteers are facing now is beyond their power, beyond any belief, uglier than any demonstration. It’s hard for them to talk. I won’t tell you what they said after they identified the victims of the kibbutzim, Kfar Az, and others destroyed by Palestinian terrorists. Very few papers can withstand this. And our article does not lend itself to such explanations. It is so difficult for the ZAKA employee to pronounce words that he pronounces each letter with great effort. Periodically he is interrupted and his head falls on his chest, he barely raises his head and continues.
Everyone immediately apologizes to the animals and uses the word “savagery”. When animals tear their prey to pieces, they do not allow parents to watch their children suffer.
After the Holocaust, the term world after Auschwitz emerged. After Kfar Aza, there will be a reason why philosophers wrote several hundred volumes of works on how the world should be structured and how this is possible.
But there is no suitable image. And I have an uncle who has difficulty holding his head up in front of my eyes. And it seems like it’s constantly falling off his shoulders.
The author expresses his personal opinion, which may not coincide with the position of the editors.