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Go to sleep.

I'm not tired.

Good.

Come together to compose a story.

- You want me to start? - Yes.

One such village was, which left all its inhabitants.

Even the rats had left her.

Even the rats had left her.

So it was this village, silent, abandoned many years to come.

The rain beat on the streets,

Washing away the traces of people.

When the rain stopped,

Bird flew over the village.

There were so many that it was difficult to see the sky.

The whole day was night.

While in a small house...

A little boy opened the door.

He was the only one left in the village.

"Story of love and darkness"

38 years my mother was when she died.

In its present age, I could be her father.

Many survived Jerusalem.

The city was destroyed, rebuilt, destroyed and rebuilt.

Conquerors, one after another came to Jerusalem, they ruled it for a while,

Left behind several walls and towers, few notches on the rock, a handful of shards -

And disappeared,

Like the morning mist from the slopes of these mountains.

Jerusalem - an old nympho, to shake off his lovers, after having squeezed them.

- We're late. - Child, Arie.

Mom grew up in the city of Rivne,

Who I was then in Poland, and today - in Ukraine.

Her childhood there consisted of words such as chandeliers,

Servant secrets,

Romantic melancholy.

In a time when anti-Semitism spread through Europe ,

She dreamed about Israel,

Land flowing with milk and honey, which pioneers turned the desert into a blooming garden.

She imagined pioneering poet worker, a revolutionary,

Man born to handle weapons to cultivate the land,

And at the same time, the culture of love, own rich soul and developed intellect.

After mom and his family fled to Palestine ,

In the forest Pines,

In the forest, where my mother and her sisters

Loved to pick mushrooms and berries,

Spend the night in sleeping bags in the creek under the starry sky ,

Germans, Lithuanians and Ukrainians murdered in

Within two days more than 23 thousand Jews...

Almost everyone who knew my mother.

Million ditishik...

Million ditishik they killed! Such as you are!

Slaughtered!

Jerusalem, 1945. The British Mandate.

Good afternoon, dear lady. I'm in Tel Aviv, 648.

Please wait, sir, a couple of minutes.

Who says Mr. Nashashibi.

I'm waiting for my lady, of course, I'm waiting,

- But people are waiting at the other end. - It's too early, Arie.

- But still we connect... - But what will happen if we connect,

But they still did not come?

Hello? Zvi?

- This is me. - This Arie. From Jerusalem.

Yes, Arie, hello. It's me, Zvi. How are you?

We have everything in order. We call you

- From the pharmacy. - Ask my sister, how is.

What do you tell? What's in Tel Aviv?

It's all right. Nothing special. We live.

If not news - it's too bad. And we have no news.

We will write a letter and agree when the call next time.

- Take care of yourself. Good luck. - And you.

They were not sure that the really talk next time.

Million ditishik...

Suddenly draped riots, pogroms, massacres, Brits turn against us...

Begin arrests.

Hello everyone.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Close the window! Close the door, please.

They are gone. All.

Exactly Like was just a dream.

She arrived.

New book directly from the printer.

"Novella in Hebrew literature"

My first book.

"IA Klausner. Novella in Hebrew Literature"

It's almost the same as if born I have another child.

I invite your parents.

My first teacher of literary history - the only my brother David, which I lost in the darkness of exile. Where are you?

Who said that only your uncle is with higher education in the family?

- This - only my first publication. - Yes.

Do not be the last.

Borsch cute. Good.

Almost tasty.

But even peasant cook in Jewish homes,

Know that soup should be sour and slightly sweet,

And in any case not vice versa - sweet and slightly sour, as it is accepted by the Poles,

Everything in the world to do sweet beyond measure.

Even they herring, God forbid, can dip in the jam.

Raise your glass in honor of the book, which was published.

- Good luck! - Let's drink! - Good luck!

If you have to choose between a lie and a chance to deal man offense,

Should always prefer generosity justice and rectitude.

I allowed to lie?

Sometimes, yes.

It is better if you're sensitive than direct.

Good. Come on.

Go, hold a peg.

We will create a small kibbutz.

- Own hands will get the bread out of the earth! - Kadima (forward).

You know, "Kadima" - means "move" or "front".

But ...

This word, in fact, comes from "kedem" (East),

Implying ancient times.

So, speaking in Hebrew, in essence, looking back in time.

- I wonder? - Yes.

- Good. - Are you okay?

Arie?

You are, in general, recognize me, then covered? Pay attention to this.

- All. - All?

All.

My father told me once.

Amos, pay attention to the connection between the words:

"Adam" (earth, soil), "Adam" (man)

"Ladies" (blood),

"Hell" (red),

"Dumiya" (silence).

You sit yourself 6 months and writing a new novel,

And then all the beautiful girls snapping it to store shelves,

And, lying down to sleep, take affair with a bed.

At least my books deliver a bit of fun.

If your goal - the girls,

Then it may be wise to write romantic stories .

All that I am saying this - do not hurry.

Ask your sisters your life belongs to you only

For a very short period of time

After leaving the parental home before the first pregnancy.

And when your child has grown, you become, as before, by itself,

Because of my mother simply turn into a grandma.

But all say that children - the best that can be yours.

Who is it?

Remember what happened to the neighbor?

- Ira? - Yes.

Wife Stiletskogo.

- Yes, yes. - Yes, she was an alcoholic husband,

Who ran the mill of our father.

He lost it in a card until finally lost it...

That is, every time he lost it for one night,

Until one day she ran away from him and his son coachman.

Anton!

So, out of his house,

Distance she could see their children playing.

One day she decided to visit her daughter.

When it came, the daughter called her a whore,

And I did not want to talk to her.

That night Il gathered remnant forces,

Entered bidonchikom with kerosene in the house...

And lit a match.

Our children do not understand how they can hurt us.

I just do not understand why...

Why nobody warned you?

What do you want, a warning written in small letters ,

To say that, in the end, you - just food?

What are you, a food for chicks, need, to grow and get stronger?

Polina, no one warns us,

Because every mother thinks that she - the only one who feels like this,

And each mother is crying alone in your pillow at night.

In addition to our mother who curse us.

"Tarzan the Invincible"

- No tricks. Be a good boy. Good? - Good.

Friends parents Staszek and Mala Rudnicki,

Were childless,

And sometimes parents left me with them.

Dad, as usual,

Explained that the word "childless»,

Really, it is associated with "darkness" in short,

And similar in sound and spelling the word "save". And perhaps, the ancient sense of the word -

Lack of memory,

No children,

Absence of light.

Mother sometimes left alone.

Where?

I could only speculate.

When we visit Arab house,

Very important to remember courtesy.

No children or even young people, should not,

Not in any way, interfere with in adult conversation.

Only if we turn to you directly,

Answer briefly, energetically, but politely.

If refreshments will be served,

Do not you dare take anything, not to chop or not to spill.

And if you still insist to take, then give up ,

But delicately, like a gentleman,

Even if you can not resist the sight of sweets.

In fact, we were invited only thanks to Uncle Staszek,

Who helped his son al-Hiluani get out of jail.

The manifestation of negative attitude

During the visit of such a high

Would not only insult and audacity of trust,

But genuine cause damage understanding and mutual dialogue between the two nations.

Coat? Coat?

My friend, you are welcome!

It's nice to meet you, my lady. It's nice...

You are all familiar with my friend, Mr. Sarphil.

Mr. Sarphil helped to release my son, Edward, after the incident with the arrest

Early summer. Thank you for coming.

Please come. Perhaps the young lord

Wants to play in the garden?

Please, please, my lady.

Well, my dear, let's go home.

Good morning, my lady.

My name is Amos. And you?

My name is Aisha.

This is - my brother, Auvad.

Your father, your dear father,

Invited me to go out to play with you.

It is - not my father. He - the uncle of my mother.

I do not live here, I live in Talbieh.

How do you know Hebrew?

I am learning to play the piano in Rehavia 3 years.

Hebrew sounds very nice, and Rehavia quarter is also very beautiful.

Net is. Quiet.

Quarter Talbieh also clean and quiet.

Do not agree to talk to me a little bit?

Do not we already talk?

In Israel, enough space for two people.

You just have to learn to live together in peace and respect.

I have another older brother in London. He learns from a lawyer.

What do you want to learn, when you grow up?

What about you?

You'll eventually lawyer. Judging by your talk.

Why, actually, do you think so?

I'm going to write a book.

Really? Which book?

Poems.

- Poems?

I write in Arabic, but does not show it to anyone.

- There are beautiful poems in Hebrew? - Of course.

Levin Kipnis, Rachel, Zeev Jabotinsky, Tchernichovsky...

"Bloom and my people,

He will dissolve the chains of slavery,

full life heal."

Can you climb trees?

I do not have any minute.

Give me a minute.

I do not have any minute.

Give me a minute.

I do not have any minute.

I do not have any minute.

Give me a minute...

It's - the father of Amos.

Can I speak to Mr al-Hiluani?

You can tell him that I am very sorry about what happened?

We rely on the speedy recovery dear baby.

We are ready to bear all the costs associated with treatment .

We sincerely wish to meet to find out all the circumstances of and fix what you can.

We have tried to write...

Once upon a time there were two monks who took over various strict vows.

In particular, they gave a vow to walk start all over India

From end to end.

And the vow of complete silence: no one of them

Not utter a single word, even in a dream, all their days hiking trip.

But one day, when they went to the river bank,

Heard they both cry for help - woman screaming, drowning in the turbulent flow.

Without words and conversations younger of them jumped into the water,

On his back he made a drowning woman to shore, silently laid it on the sand,

Ascetic and both continued on their way in silence.

And now, after six months or even a year,

Suddenly he asked the young monk, his companion:

"Tell me,

What do you think - I have sinned, carrying the woman on his back »

But comrade replied with a question:

'What, you still continue to carry her on his back ? »

Do you know Amos,

When I was a student,

I used to sit here among the flowers, and read.

One day, after school, she met your future father.

Do you remember? I told you about the word "flower".

The word "Perach" (flower) consists of "steam" and "Reahim".

"Steam" - the root - "fertility",

A "Reahim" it as "tempt insects" that fertilize plants.

He used the weakness of your mom's words.

Well, what could I do?

All the students took care of her. I had to stand.

Exactly.

Remembering -

It's like trying to build an ancient building

From the stones of its ruins.

And remember stones.

Please can the APC?

Yes, now.

The headache does not leave me.

I do not believe them. No, I do not believe.

- It's - a huge affair. - You think so?

What are you saying that all this - only intrigue?

All of this - a huge affair, as in the theater.

After Ben-Gurion already quietly agreed to sell all of Jerusalem King Abdullah.

And for that the British and the Arabs leave him his kibbutzim.

What will happen to us -

- Cut out, burned all of us, it makes no difference to them. - What is it with you? What are you saying?

Million ditishik...

If there is a war, when the war is, we will win it.

Our state is literally standing at the gate.

- Million ditishik. - You should not. There is no gate.

There is an abyss.

Phew.

- Not grown anything. - Come here.

You know, if you open a human skull and extract the brain,

See that our brain - only cauliflower.

Just something that's such a cabbage.

But what a miracle:

So small cabbage

Seats and the sky and the earth,

The sun and all the stars,

And ideas of Plato,

And the music of Beethoven,

And Chekhov's play...

Is there enough space and dinosaurs and whales...

And hope for humanity, and passion, and lust , and errors, and fantasy...

That's all.

You do not know how to throw.

Amos!

Come play with us.

I can not. Grandma comes today.

Children! What are you doing there?

Fanichka!

Fania.

Amos, where my mother?

Fania.

You will not believe.

My books are sold, all five!

He said he will order more. And already I ordered by phone five more.

It is said that this is only the beginning.

Let's go to the movies, "Edison", see the new film.

You will go to Zarkhi at this time, okay?

For us.

And hell and paradise

Can be found in every room.

A little anger -

And man it is hell.

A little mercy, a little generosity -

And man is a paradise...

Hello, congratulations.

I still do not believe it.

Hello Garbo.

Amos, behave yourself.

Book?

Tchernichovsky.

I think your patience helps our plants.

Why do not you go take a look for yourself?

When my family moved to the street Dubinskaya,

Continued to live there tenants "inherited" from the previous owners.

In a large, bright room I lived Polish officer in the rank of colonel by the name of Yang.

Every Friday, my mother sent one of us

Tray with poppy biscuits, fragrant, fresh from the oven,

Wish him of "Shabbat Shalom," named after the family.

Shabbat Shalom.

Cutie.

And he stroked the girl's head,

I called her "gypsy"

And he confessed that it was her alone he waits,

And promised to marry her, as soon as she gets older.

But one day,

Sunday, before dawn,

Even before the first glimmer of light,

Colonel decided to check how his gun.

First, he released two bullets to the closed window facing the garden.

Chance he could in the dark to get to the pigeon.

The next day, this pigeon found in the yard wounded, but alive.

Then Colonel drove one bullet

In a wine bottle standing on the table,

He fired twice at the chandelier from the ceiling...

And...

One day I found in the closet hidden in the gap note,

Written by a female hand.

"Zevon, my little wolf, know that you are very dear to me

Throughout my life I have never seen a man better and nobler than you

I am not worthy to kiss padoshfy your shoes."

The word "sole" I found two grammatical errors.

The note was signed with the letter G.,

And at the end were painted puffy lips, the substituted for a kiss.

No one knows anything about the other.

Even about your husband or wife. And nobody knows anything about himself.

Do not know.

And if at times it seems for a moment, we know it's even worse,

Because it is better not to know anything,

Than live deceived.

29 November 1947

Night in Lake Success, near New York,

The UN General Assembly

Will gather to vote on that?

For the adoption UNSCOP Committee recommendations.

And what is the recommendation?

Create the territory of the British Mandate two independent states:

Jewish and one Arab.

Who objects?

Islamic countries, along with the UK Government.

Why?

Their goal - the transformation of the whole of Eretz Israel in the Arab state under a British protectorate,

Egypt, Transjordan and Iraq.

Done.

You know, Lake Success, means in English the "Lake Success".

That is the exact opposite of "Sea of Tears"

Symbolizing Bialik in the destiny of our people.

- This is interesting. - Wow, that's interesting.

Mali: yes.

Pakistan: no.

Panama: yes.

Paraguay...

Yes.

- Peru... - Excuse me, can you help me? - Yes.

Take his mother.

- Netherlands: yes. - Yes!

- Saudi Arabia: no. - Come, my dear.

Siam: none.

Sweden: Yes.

Syria: no.

Turkey: no.

Ukraine: yes.

Union of South Africa: yes.

- Yes... - Soviet Union: Yes.

Britain: abstained.

US: Yes.

- Uruguay: yes. - It was a "yes"!

Venezuela: yes.

Yemen: no.

Yugoslavia: abstained.

The resolution of a special commission on the Land of Israel

Organization of the United Nations adopted.

People of Israel Alive! Alive the Jewish people!

The people of Israel, the people of Israel, the nation of Israel lives!

Everything changes, everything must change.

I told you so.

"We brought you the world...

We brought you the world... "

Finally

You can not imagine at all, both boys mocked me anti-Semitic

Polish school in Vilna.

And when the next day, my father, your grandfather,

Came to the school, demanding justice, hoodlums pounced on him.

Knocking him to the ground...

And pulled off his trousers in the middle of the court gymnasium.

All the kids were laughing,

And teachers watched in silence.

Or, perhaps, laughed too.

Of course, and you will not annoy once any bullies, and on the street and at school.

Perhaps they will pester you just because you're a little like me.

But now, from the moment how will our state,

Bullies never will not stick to you, because you - a Jew. Never in my life.

After about three hours,

Seven in the morning, while we were sleeping,

Jerusalem began armed attacks on the Jewish Arabs trucks,

Have spread across the country.

My nickname - Garibaldi.

I will instruct you,

How to help our patriots.

You will help...

You procheshete all the yards, all the sheds and warehouses,

And will collect the empty bags, to fill them with sand,

And empty bottles. Some people will be able to fill them with a cocktail,

Very tasty for the enemy.

You'll collect on vacant lots and abandoned backyards hubeyzu (wild plant),

To somehow counter the threat of hunger in Jerusalem.

We also set the duty observer,

To prevent any movement of the British. Go.

How nice. Wash, and I'll make some right now.

You are, of course, hungry after their search.

Score water.

Fanichka.

I mobilized in self-defense units, Fanichka.

You have nothing to say to this?

What do you want me to say?

Well done, you are very brave.

The war invaded our house.

Life turned into sandbags.

In Jewish life,

As in the lives of other people,

Worst conflicts erupted between two is pursued.

Only sentimental cherished desires pursued together in a burst of solidarity

To fight with the cruel oppressor.

In fact,

Two sons of the same father,

Does not necessarily become allies.

It is often that his brother they see not the fate of a fellow,

A reflection face of their common oppressor.

Europe, mocked the Arabs,

Humiliate and rob them of colonialism by ,

It is Europe, persecuted and oppressed, and as Jews.

But the Arabs, looking at us, they see in front of not a handful of refugees nerve,

And arrogant Europe-colonizer.

And we, on our part, looking at the Arabs

And see before us are not victims, we are similar, and bloodthirsty anti-Semites,

Nazis disguised themselves.

At midnight, May 15, 1948

Ended a 30-year power British Mandate...

... Ben-Gurion proclaimed in Tel Aviv

A few hours before midnight.

For many weeks our basement apartment served as a kind of refuge

For the residents of the upper floors.

I have a connection...

- You pull, hurt. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

100 Jews were burned alive yesterday far from quarter Sheikh Jerash.

These were people from the column, raises to the hospital, "Hadassah" and the university.

100 people.

Doctors and nurses, workers and students.

Why you stop them?

English was not allowed to go out.

What here a quarter chicken,

If right before your eyes occur such misery?

Emaciated children... For several months they tried meat...

Please, lady.

- I do not know why we stayed here. - Who is next?

When they killed her friend,

When a tragedy occurred pages is my mother's novels,

Suffering seemed romantic to her.

Reached an armistice agreement with Egypt.

After Egypt will be an agreement with Transjordan,

And the last will be Syria and Lebanon.

Thank God!

When the British left,

Green line was established around Israel.

The neighbors returned to their homes enthusiastic and optimistic,

And we were left alone with him.

On the basis of an independent Jewish state,

Disappeared as if it was not,

Thousand years of longing of the Jewish people

Their homeland.

Maybe mom felt loss desires, dreams,

Because suddenly ceased to tell their stories .

"And that's what I see

A boy of about three years stands in the middle of the street,

and it is flying war machine.

What urine, I shouted:

"Boy, boy!"

- "And, with a cry, rushed up to him..." - What is he saying?

The car immediately turned to the side.

Who knows? Maybe mom left him?

Maybe his family is very poor, was not able to feed him,

And I could not see my child hungry?

And perhaps a boy - an orphan without parents?

Yes, and such is our world "

- I told you, wait for me - Who do you think is the best football player

!?. - I think Dado - I think I am.

- No, I think I'm a little better. - I. - No, I do.

- David, Moses, you and me. - What if? Look, it's this:

I, then David, then Moses, and then you.

You - very funny, so he knew.

Give me your sandwich.

Give me your sandwich.

I'll be back in fifteen minutes.

You can go with you?

I have to spend some time alone with him.

Stay and you are with yourself.

I'll be back soon.

Maybe, tell me, finally,

That you this, that I love so much just for you?

The most...

Most of all I love your naiveté.

Not once in my entire life I have never met such a naivety.

Even after how you will live a long life,

Many have experienced,

This is not naiveté will peel from you. Never.

I think that when you grow up, you will be that kind ...

Vociferous boltunishkoy like your father.

But at the same time you will be a person quiet, reserved,

Deep and full, like a well in the village, its inhabitants abandoned ...

Can be simultaneously and thus and thus.

I was suddenly filled with horror.

It seemed from afar, from the horizon,

Coming, gradually becoming more and more distinctly, some unknown disaster.

My mother started having headaches.

Along with migraine

I came to her insomnia.

The doctor prescribed all sorts of hypnotics mum and anti-anxiety medications,

Her but to no avail.

Please do not be mad at me, Amos.

I'm a little hard,

But you can see for yourself, I try everything to be good.

Thank you, Amos.

I know I can count on you completely.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Dad? - Sleep, sleep.

I'm lucky, I'm lucky.

Thank you.

Your Mom punishes itself,

Only to punish me.

Go.

Go, play a little bit on the street.

Just be very careful. Women are different.

Not all of these good and honest as you.

Come back whenever you want.

You still need something?

Amos here.

Dad and I have been talking to neighbors,

That she had the flu or a special sensitivity to daylight ,

Or that she was very tired.

We did not tell anyone what was known only both of us.

That the only thing she knew her closest friend.

Amos, are you - a ray of light, you know about it?

Mom says you're - "sun" it.

You - a boy so intelligent and sensitive.

You know, I have a feeling,

That when you grow big, you'll writer.

I'm not a writer. Feelings make me disgusted.

I'm a farmer, or those who poison dogs. With a syringe filled with poison.

- Good day to you. - And you.

Do you know what happened when Tarzan met cowboys and Indians?

What happened?

Tarzan watched from the tree,

While as cowboys and Indians fought below.

One cowboy I grabbed by the throat snake crawling under his feet,

And he squeezed her poison into his mouth Indian.

Then, the Indian grabbed a prickly cactus and put out...

Cowboy his blue eyes.

Tarzan watched them from above

And thinking what to do.

What?

I'll tell you tomorrow.

It was a great story. Where did you hear it?

Tell me this - not your dad?

Where?

Amos, are you - a very good boy.

Mother is suffering from a terrible headache.

Just speak quietly,

Do not run, and not a riot, right?

Faster open.

- You need anything? - No thanks.

Why do not you lie down?

I feel so good. Thank you.

- And the doctor? When he was? - There is no need of a physician.

Mom, leave her alone.

Do not interfere, Arie.

Comedian... if she put the moon from the sky.

Well, that melancholy mood, whims?

This is a sign that the heart is still young.

You may think that only it is heavy here,

That, apart from it, we're all here lizhem honey.

Finished their lessons?

Fan?

How to sleep?

Good. Finally I slept well.

Of course, the new pills helped.

How many dreams I saw yesterday.

A dream about a person, which I did not think for a long time.

In Rivne was a wealthy trader in furs,

Which even from Paris, they sent messengers,

Since he was a rare sort of fur, which was called "silver fox":

He shone and sparkled, like frost on a moonlit winter night.

So one day merchant that became a staunch vegetarian.

He left his home, built himself a small hut in the woods,

Because he could not forgive himself for the thousands of foxes,

Where hunters killed for him.

In the end, this man disappeared completely.

When we wanted, my sisters and I, to scare each other,

What happened, the three of us lay on the carpet in the dark,

And each described in turn,

As a man who was once a wealthy merchant furs ,

Now wandering naked through the woods.

Perhaps he is now mad

And howling in the thicket like a fox howling. And this howling hair stand on end.

Everyone who had the fate encounter in the woods with a man-fox,

Horror

- All the hair on your head become white. - I'm sorry, it's supposed to mean?

Allegory? Prejudice?

I'm sorry.

Do not be late to school and to work, guys.

What's the matter? What's that supposed to mean?

I'm sorry. This is all because of me.

Today, I decided to invite my life two men

Dine at my expense in the restaurant.

- Dad knows? - To arrange a surprise for him.

Let's go to work for him,

And shake it out, shake out as a book mole.

Let's go.

Today you will be my cavalier.

- What is the "gentleman"? - Cavalier - a knight.

"Cheval" - a horse in French. A "chevalier" - a horseman, a knight.

- Please. - Thank you.

Arie.

I'm sorry.

What happened? My parents right? And yours? Everything is fine?

Yes, all right. We want to surprise you.

We povedёm you to dinner.

Well, why not, in fact?

Today, I - the owner, and I'll be glad if you order

The most expensive dishes.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Vegetable soup and chicken burgers with mashed potatoes, please.

I am the same, please.

Fan?

Fan?

Only white rice, please,

And black coffee.

Thank you.

Fan? Fanya?

Fanichka.

Mom, are you okay?

She needs absolute rest.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you, Doctor.

It - new tablets.

They will help you to sleep.

Drink some more water.

I do not know how to help you.

You are not responsible for me.

Fan, I do not know how to help you.

Maybe I'll take you a while to Tel Aviv?

Pobudesh with sisters, ventilate.

Yes, a little bit of air.

We can not allow the killers inherited

Property of their victims.

And we need money to take those who survived the massacre.

What are you talking about?

We do not sell the forgiveness of money stained with blood.

A few days in Tel Aviv, and will be, as good as new.

It is not surprising that you are dejected, living in Jerusalem.

We will pamper you.

You do not have to do anything except how to relax.

Fan, maybe eat a slice of cake?

I'm not hungry.

You generally eat?

You sound like my mother.

If what you're doing good for her... She - Yerusalimka.

Yes, there is no sea, it does not know what it is.

Only let them not come to us in the summer.

Does not matter.

That winter

Ayalon river, it is also "wadis musrara"

Burst its banks and flooded neighborhoods of Tel Aviv.

My mother grew up in a kind of vague fascination - in the world of spirituality and beauty.

And the wings of this fascination, finally hit

Of Jerusalem stone floor - naked,

Hot and dusty.

20 years later, after graduating from high school in Rovno,

When this romantic schoolgirl

Suddenly found themselves on the bumpy road of everyday life -

Among the Khamsin, poverty, violence,

Diapers, migraines, queues, frustrations of family life -

Promises, which gave her a childhood have been violated, trampled,

And even turned into a mockery of life itself.

Maybe when life is not implemented none of the promises of her youth,

Mother drew himself death

In the image of the beloved, violent

And at the same time ready hide under the shadow of its peaceful.

If I was writing this story,

She had to the other end.

But it is so decided.

Dad home?

Just got a call from Tel Aviv, and after ten minutes called again. This is urgent.

Two years after the death of my mother,

I left home,

Left Jerusalem,

Changed his name

And one went to Kibbutz Hulda.

Dreams Mom:

Milk and honey,

Make the desert bloom,

Pioneer.

- Hello. - Amos?

Hello.

You're taller than me.

Can suitcase?

Thank you.

How I learned to drive a tractor,

Stretching hoses from the sprinklers on, fields

Shoot from old Czech rifle,

But his jump I have not been able to hide from.

How much would I have sunbathed - no one is misleading:

All, and I myself, too, we knew very well,

That even when my skin is tanned, and I became, at last, a dark complexion,

I stayed inside the pale.

It - my school today.

The only way to keep the dream alive,

Path, and full of hope does not disappoint, -

Never try to implement it.

A dream brought to life, disappointing.

Disappointment -

Inheritance dreamers.

"Mom"