“Have you ever seen such a view?” he hugged my mom and pointed to the green hill visible from the living room window.
“No,” my mom replied unenthusiastically.
“Then why the sour look?” my dad asked.
“Because there’s no floor,” my mom whispered and looked down at the dirt and exposed metal pipes under our feet. Only then did I look down and see, along with my brother and sister, what my mother saw. I mean, we’d all seen earlier that there was no floor, but somehow, with all my dad’s excitement and enthusiasm, we hadn’t paid much attention to that fact.
Mom's black & white childhood
Everything in the photograph seemed to be taken not from reality, but from my childhood imaginings of Poland. Even the expression on my face looked Polish and frighteningly serious. I stared at the image. If I could have unfrozen my photographed self from his pose, he could have walked right out of the frame and actually found the house where my mother was born.
In the Middle
“The poor fight for food. I may have food but I am hungry” [said a demonstrator]. “What are you hungry for?” I asked. “For a country that is a little less heartless”.
My Less Equal Israel
“This country,” my father told me, “has never been egalitarian. And in our family, when it came to ideology, we somehow always went for the less equal side.”
Sometimes ‘Nazi’ Is the Right Word
This week the Knesset gave preliminary approval to a bill that would criminalize saying “Nazi” under inappropriate circumstances. … Many Israelis think that passing a law against a word is stupid and juvenile; others see it as fascist and anti-democratic. … I wouldn’t be surprised if someone tried to outlaw those words in the future, too.