The swamp / Shual Mebulbal
Chazozra Bavadi
She is talking with me about a disappearing identity.
She is talking about how I try to change myself to fit myself into the German everything.
She projects it upon my fear of dying (Denial of self-identity which tied together with death)
my german boyfriend's father wanted to buy for us a present, he wanted us to come with him to a book store and find for us a book. I went through the book shelfs for a long time, and found nothing. in the end I saw Hermann Hesse / Siddhartha and decided to take it. when I showed my selection, both to my boyfriend and his dad, they where very surprised that I haven't read it before. I felt stupid, it didn't occur to me in the same time, that for Germans, to read this books its like for an Israeli to read "A Trumpet in the Wadi" (חצוצרה בואדי) by Sami Michael.
Herbst / Fall / סתיו
Everybody getting sick here in the fall.
Few days ego
we began to re-activate
the bonfire in our house.
The fall and winter in Berlin
is like Jerusalem.
you are feeling good
knowing that everyone
are like you, staying home..
And still,
In this days of heavy clouds and pavements
full with dry leaves, every little sunray penetrate in me guilt
for sitting in a closed room.
Amit, who came from Israel to visits here, said the leaves
are not as nice as she thought they will be.
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