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 on: April 22, 2010, 04:02:54 pm 
Started by Freesoul - Last post by Freesoul
Having just joined a study group in the Mearat Hamachpela (Tomb of the Patriarchs), to hear the class I had to get up and close the window, because outside there was a gala ceremony with piped-in patriotic music and the sound of fireworks, as well as bright lights and a big crowd. Next morning, expecting classes as usual, I arrived for morning prayers, and was surprised to discover that they said Halel (section of Psalms reserved for major holidays). Classes were canceled for the morning, but not the evening. The thing I noticed most, however, was the absence of the Muazin's pre-recorded, loud-speaker-in-the-towers call of the faithful to their five-times-a-day prayer sessions. It seems the Muslims were in mourning, and maintained a rare day of silence. In Kiryat Arba, right across the wadi from Hebron, the IDF exhibited a collection of tanks, mortar platforms, robots, transport vehicles, guns and high-powered field glasses for children to inspect, as did the local Fire Department and Magen David Adom. Kids were invited to climb all over the vehicles and hardware, look through giant field glasses, sight down the big guns, etc. Then there were kiddy amusements, including bounce houses, inflatable slides, cotton candy, etc. I fell asleep on the grass.

 on: April 15, 2010, 03:05:07 pm 
Started by Freesoul - Last post by Freesoul
Up at 5:30. It's still dark out. My wife cajoles and lectures me until I arise and dress. A very truncated morning davening (prayer) begins at 6:30 and ends slightly before 7:00, when I head on down the hill to catch the bus. As I'm traversing the street, the 160 grinds its heavy engine behind me, so I run to the tachana (bus stop). It overtakes me at the tzomet (junction) and I chase after it for about 20 meters, gaining ground as it lets on the other passengers. Just as I get to the door, it closes. The driver definitely sees me standing right by his bus, but he pulls out and leaves me there. As I wait for the next one, I stick my finger out and point at the ground to every passing driver, hoping to catch a "tramp". Nobody stops, but the next 160 finally comes along around 7:20 and I get on it. The windows on the bus are clean and transparent, unlike some, which are often opaque with caked-on exhaust and grime. So I get to take in the scenery, in between reading the daily portion of Psalms and finishing the morning davening. I never get tired of the hills. They spread out beneath the heavens even as they reach up towards them, both entreating and awaiting Divine blessings or wrath. Whoever called it the West Bank must never have even seen the region. The country is vast, always with a town or a house within sight, and always with dunam after dunam of uncultivated hillside scattering the clinging human presences, making them look small and isolated. Here and there you find ancient stone huts, long-neglected terracing, hilltop forests. Approaching Jerusalem, to the right is Bethlehem, right before the entrance to the Gilo tunnels, gouged straight through two mountains in an awesome chain that must have daunted the ancient Greeks and Babylonians. In between the two tunnels to the right there is an Arab village, just visible between the concrete wind barriers. The houses are standard Israeli limestone, with dudei shemesh (solar hot water heaters) and occasional satellite dishes on the roofs. To the left is a low valley where grapes and olives are cultivated. Going through Gilo the houses start after a cemetary with an olive tree over each low tombstone. They grow thicker and thicker and suddenly yield to naked hills and valleys again, after which we approach Kinyon Malcha (Mlalcha Shopping Mall) and the Gan Technologi (Technological Park). Then we go through another tunnel and come out at downtown Jerusalem, with the bridge in the approximate shape of a giant harp. We enter the Tachana Merkazit (Central Bus Terminal). I go through metal detectors and my bags are x-rayed. Inside, I buy an ice cream cone at the food court and eat it as I run to my medical appointment.

After having my hearing checked inconclusively, outside I just miss No. 20 bus down Rechov Jafo (Jaffe Street), and wait for the next seated among a family of chadour-wearing Arab women and their very small, noisy children. Their bus comes first, and I'm left by myself. At exactly the last minute before my transfer expires, the bus shows up and I get on it, alighting too soon for my next stop, so I must walk a half kilometer to the lion-crested building where the aforementioned Miserable Panim awaits the unwitting and the unwilling. I pass through metal detectors, and my bag is manually searched. Fortunately, I only have to go next door to the Miserable Panim, to get the form for applying for a gun permit. My day's errands completed, I head back uptown to take the bus back. This time, the No. 20 comes right after I arrive at the Tachana and lets me on.

Ravenously hungry, I have time at the Tachana Merkazit to spend too much money on an early lunch of Chinese food. The girl serving me pretends not to understand my perfectly good Hebrew, and between that ploy and a pretty face she somehow suckers me into buying more than I had orignanlly intended. I'll never aagain come within hollering distance of that particular stall at the food court. She made a sale, but permanently lost a customer. The food was OK, but nowhere near as good as Wok Tov on Central Avenue in Cedarhurst of the Five Towns (they didn't pay me to plug them; it's the truth--Wok Tov rules). Definitely NOT worth 50 shekels.

Well fed and tired, as we emerge from the Gilo Tunnels I murmur Tefillat Haderech (traveler's prayer) and fall asleep in my seat, back home in Judah and Shomron. I wake up in Remat Mamre/Charsina (my town right near, and officially a part of, Kiryat Arba) and hobble home on chapped, tired feet.

 on: April 14, 2010, 05:12:30 am 
Started by Freesoul - Last post by Freesoul
When my son told me a year ago he'd be getting married in Bat Ayin, we decided to not only come for the wedding, but make a leap of faith and stay. This is the modern version of "roughing it." In 1940, new olim (immigrants) had to either qualify for the limited number of slots permitted by the British Mandate, or get smuggled in past their patrols, perhaps fleeing certain death in Europe or bitter persecution elsewhere in the Middle East. Now, however, we only have to endure the Misrad Hapnim (Ministry of the Interior), known as the Miserable Panim (face) to those who have had the pleasure of navigating this wretched bureaucracy. After nine months of jumping through ever-shifting paper hoops and contending with sour-faced, tart-tongued clerks, we finally prevailed and became citizens of the Jewish State.

We are now waiting for our Sal Klita (government stipend for new olim), and hanging on in the interim. The first things to go were our exhausting, menial jobs. Now I am looking forward to: 1. Joining a kolel and studying Torah for as long as the money lasts; 2. Promoting my state-side friend Laura Deckelman's art work; 3. Using this breather to resume writing on a regular basis (prose polemics, as well as polishing a second novel and trying to get the first [United America: 2014 by "Ben Maxwell"] re-published in England [Publish America has North American rights, and they made a hash of the editing], and resuming poetic composition); 4. Mastering Arabic; and 5. Teaching my wife and seven-year-old son Hebrew. I also might learn how to drive and take up either the martial art Abir or Krav Mega. It has been too many years since I had the greatest luxury of all, leisure. I'll have to re-learn how to use it.

 on: April 14, 2010, 04:49:22 am 
Started by Freesoul - Last post by Freesoul
Vuz Vuz 2 is a discussion board of, by and for the English-speaking residents of Kiryat Arba, Israel. It is a place where the curious may find out more about Kiryat Arba, Judah and Shomron, and Israel generally, and those already living or just visiting our town may share their personal observations, advertise job opportunities/seeking employment, property for sale/rent/looking to buy/rent (both personal and real), news, political shmoozes, humor, and generally get together and talk. When the shortcomings of Google web sites made it unrealistic to continue using in the original Vuz Vuz site, I decided to start from scratch in a new, more serviceable, forum, and hope it catches on.

 on: April 14, 2010, 12:09:27 pm 
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