October 25, 2007
October 20, 2007
My grandpa died yesterday.
My mom came to visit him at the old folks' home two weeks ago, and for the whole time she was there he refused to recognize her.
"I don't know you! Who are you? You're Pulling my leg- You're not Genya!"
She got really pissed off and was about to leave, when he signalled her with his finger to come close to him, then he whispered to her:
"Fooled you didn't I?"
That was the man he was.
When I turned 18 I really disliked the man, for how he treated my grandma.
I did not speak to him nor come visit him at the home.
A couple of years ago I went to visit him; He was half the man I remembered.
Old and confused.
Since then I visited him a number of times. The last time I saw him he didn't recognize me. Or maybe he did.
For me he was the man who is always there.
He survived the Holocaust, he survived cancer, he is still playing his accordion.
He is my grandpa, and I love him.
October 11, 2007
October 6, 2007
Summer vacation is officially over.
From tomorrow it's back to college, back to homework.
It was a good summer tough. I really had lots of fun.
This picture, for example, was taken in the Dead Sea - it was my first time there. And I really liked it! So I travelled a lot, I saw life, I saw death... I've learned a lot.
Funny, I've actually learned more during those last couple of months than I did the whole previous year in college.
Have fun everyone!
Oh, and Cher - here's another adorable one for you! :)
October 4, 2007
September 29, 2007
September 24, 2007
I really don't know. I just love my country because of what it stands for and for the reasons it was created/established.
And it was a nice feeling holding and waving the national flag during the recent Davis Tournament (Tennis...:) ).
Israel won, by the way, 3-1 over Chile. :)
September 23, 2007
September 20, 2007
For some reason, life has decided to keep poking me in the stomach.
This post is in memory of Adi Na'eem and his newly wedded wife Rotem,
Who died earlier this week a plane crash in Thailand.
They got married two weeks ago, and flew to their dream-honeymoon in Poket, Thailand, Along with newly-wed friends Tzhachi and Hofit, who had been married for five months.
But apparently life had other plans for the two young, loving couples.
Their plane crashed during landing.
Both couples died, each holding his/her beloved.
Last time I spoke with Adi was 10 years ago.
He was my classmate.
We weren't the best of friends or anything,
but he always seemed to me as a good, honest soul,
always kind and friendly.
That's why, apart from the horrible tragedy of this story, I'm sad to my bones.
And I'm sad that I can't find any meaning for this horrible death.
Tomorrow I'm going to watch a tennis games between the teams of Israel and Chile.
Life keeps on flowing.
September 9, 2007
I really like this picture I took last year in Eilat, because there are so many things happening there - every time I look at it I notice something new, something I never saw before (Or saw it and completely forgot about it! :))
And it's amazing how life manages to surprise us regularly:
Everything happens all at once, an explosion of events and happenings that's always new and unfamiliar, constantly demanding your attention, and never forgiving for lack of focus or for apathy.
In the past two weeks I started learning how to dance between death and life, joy and sorrow,
pain and pleasure .
I guess by the time I'm 80 I'll be a top dancer.
How unfortunate that most likely by then I will brake both of my hips.
August 22, 2007
I was going to talk about death again...
But today I was at a funeral.
And suddenly death seemed very irrelevant.
So I went trough my photographs and found this one -
from a home for the handicapped , where my lovely Rona used to work.
Whenever I went there to visit her working, I couldn't help but thinking:
"My god! What kind of life could this people have??"
But now I understand it all. I've stopped looking for the meaning of life.
Whatever it is - I'm fulfilling it by living.
July 30, 2007
There's a death sentence hanging over my head.
I'm not talking about the usual "killed in a car accident", "death by lightning" kind of death.
I'm going to die because of where I live, because of who I am.
I'm From Israel. I'm Jewish.
The whole world knows I'm gonna die. They even know the date.
They might even have the ability to save me from dying.
I guess that after the first atom bomb explodes here, you will get to see that ability "in action".
I'll be dead because one man wants me dead.
I'll be dead because the whole world couldn't stop one man.
I'll be dead because we've let religion tell us what to do, who to kill.
I'll be dead because I have to die, in order for this world to live.
I feel like shit.
July 25, 2007
July 23, 2007
This is the last week of the semester.
I'm so busy with my two last assignments for this year It seems like my days have only 2 hours, 1 of them is for sleeping...
Ohhh come Sunday,
Monday for beach and sun,
Tuesday for sleeping.
Wednesday... well Wednesday is a whole new ball game...
June 27, 2007
Lately I've gotten back to rock music.
It's not that I left it forgotten and buried away,
it's just that I started getting interested in Jazz, funk, soul and even went into the darkside of industrial and electronic music.
So I began listening to all of my "old bands", youth favorites and teenage loves- you know the ones:
Rush, Led Zeppelin, Queensryche, Allman Brothers, Extreme, Guns...
I even returned to my "black" period - Opeth, Testament...
And while listening, as I was dusting off old CD covers and forgotten vinyls, different memories and feelings came back to me.
It all made me feel.. well, actually very good! :)
Like time really doesn't matter.
I'm still that school boy with a walkman and big earphones,
listening to my music like there is no tomorrow.
Now I know not many people find this page, as it is maybe too personal and less appealing for the average web-surfer, but I'll try this nonetheless:
Post a comment with your favourite\loved\nostalgic youth band.
Lets see what we'll get! :)
June 24, 2007
June 20, 2007
June 17, 2007
June 14, 2007
It was my first time (as an adult) in a true rock festival.
I had the time of my life.
So many beutiful people, true rockers, true music lovers/ and
So many glam rockers, just as if the 80's never went away/ ohh
I love it!
June 12, 2007
The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade.
Rush, The Trees.
June 10, 2007
April 27, 2007
April 17, 2007
March 27, 2007
We all must walk a certain path, or maybe some, so we won't get lost.
But what happens when you're not certain of the certain path you have to walk?
What happens when you alrady are lost, and can't find any certain paths?
Who ever said we must walk a certain path?
Can't we just keep walking?
I get the feeling it's getting harder and herder to just keep walking.
But I don't want to choose a path.
I just want to walk everywhere I can..
March 22, 2007
March 21, 2007
March 20, 2007
March 8, 2007
John Inman, 1935-2007, R.I.P.
It's sad when someone you know dies.
It's sadder if it's someone you love, appreciate or respect.
But it's different when someone you always thought of as invincible dies.
I only knew John from his marvelous character Mr. Humphries in the British sit-com "are You Being Served?"' which was the funniest show for me when I was a young boy. I absolutely loved that show and all the characters in it.
Last few years, I caught an episode or two just zapping trough and trough, and it amazed me how that humor was still appealing for me- I was that little boy once again, sitting in our living room trying to catch all those funny English phrases so I can repeat them in front of my friends, unsure why Mr Humphries acts so weird, praying Mrs. Slocombe starts fighting with Captain Peacock.
And I suppose for an actor, a comedian, that kind of invincibility actually means heaven.
Kefar Youval, 10:07 am.
Watching the Cranes migrate to the northern lands was an am zing experience.
Hundreds of them flew over our heads, making such a loud commotion, flying away with such ease.
March 5, 2007
Golan Heights, 16:55.
This time of year, the Golan Heights are the most beautiful place to be.
Everything is green - one might think he's in Ireland - the air is clean, filled with the unique aroma of spring, and the skies are so blue - they make the clouds seem like little insults, specks of dirt.