Fishermen

I can't remember where I found it.

“A way to fisherman’s heart leads through his flies”.
Does it explain why the majority enjoy fishing or does it mean that all the man are fishermen?

I actually started writing this blog more less a month ago, when the amount of thought is my head started piling up and thereatened with an explosion or steaming from the ears. So I think I will start uploading these notes now, witht he date I wrote them on. It makes a difference, for most of the times the entries refer to specific feelings and impressions I had on a particular day, and even only after a month it feels as if I was entering the mind of another person when I myself get back to them. A 5% experience of personality split. A topic for a separate essay.


Written after coming back from Egypt, around Oct 22nd.



I have left this country only for a week, but waking up today in my small room in Kfar haStudentim felt more awkward than being aroused from Abdullah’s bed with a sound of a drum and a tambourine coming from the nearby school in Cairo. Even a week made me lose my local, or, home-bred, if we consider this place to be my home, habits. I lost my student ID twice, which makes 100% of the times I left the flat today, and the sight of people wearing kipot in the gym was again a little bit peculiar. Only people who have been born here can understand the mechanics of this country and are able to love it wholeheartedly. After having done some (believe me, just a tiny bit) of travelling I can notice how bizarre is this creation called Medinat Israel. When one arrives here from Europe (and I guess from the States too) it feels like something totally different from any ‘western country’ - rudeness and rush with a taste of hummus. But compared to the hustle and an utter craziness of Egypt it appears simply… boring. One can notice features of both – the middle east, and of what came to be called ‘the west’, but the place itself does not belong to any of these cathegories. Maybe that’s why everyone except the Israelis , has mixed feelings towards this country – it can’t be easily classified, or for that matter, it can’t be classified at all, and so it can not be embraced by any of the sides, east west, north south or whichever direction or term you can think of. On the other hand, I think that it doesn’t want to be accepted, maybe it’s to proud of its originality, and simply doesn’t want to abandon any piece of its identity, even for the sake of better relations with ……… (fill in according to the current political situation).

Intro

Firstly I think that something has to be explained. That is, if someone is looking for any personal information about my utterly boring life, than, sorry to dissapoint you, but you won't find it here. It will be a collection of random thoughts and impressions with a slight chance for some life-stories interweaved...

I am writing it in English, as I hope you had noticed already....not that I want to show off, for as you will soon realize thee is nothing to be boasting about in terms of my knowledge of this pagan language. Juding by this you would say I probably count on some fame in the 'wide world' or that i want to reach a big numebr of people. But the truth is, that I have a bunch of English-speaking friends and maybe subconsciously I hope they will find it some day and discover my real self. Nah, not to that extent, simply, it is an act of mercy on my part, so that the people who happen not to share my mother tongue might have a possibility to understand these oh-so-bright and world changing thoughts if they happen to find them and express a wish to read them.