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My Purim astronaut suit
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All I really want to be is an astronaut. I have obsessed about it for a long time, and there is no way I am going to be anything else. I was maybe 8 years old. My mom and I had planed it for months, how we are going to build the helmet from papier-mâché, the air pipe that goes from the air tank to the helmet, the antennae on the back , how it all going to be covered in silver foil and transparent nylon.
I was what will be called now, "yeled mushkah" (an invested child) that meant that my mom will go many extra miles to do whatever it takes. 3 weeks before Purim we will go to the special customs storage room under the school building, where we could find all kinds of colorful linen and other unidentified-weird-good-for-nothing objects, that for us were a treasure from another world. But for the astronaut suits it has all to be made out from scratch.
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My nightmare snail Purim custom
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On Purim you could fulfill all your fantasies, get by with smoking cigarettes without being punished, dress in ways you will not be allowed on any other day, play out your secret fantasies. The astronaut was my fantasy. But more often than not my customs were my mom fantasies. Like when I was a scarecrow, a garden spout and especially when I was a snail, that was a complete Purim nightmare in pantyhose.
On Purim day, I wore my astronaut suit and felt very fulfilled, even though I could barely walked in it. Finally I was an astronaut, until... I had to crawl under one of our Purim fair contraptions, and the nylon astronaut suit came apart at the seam, lucky for me I was still on planet earth. I actually felt very hot, sweaty and uncomfortable inside this astronaut suit, and now it was all useless, no more air tight suit, it was good for nothing. I was abashed.
Space was always intriguing. I remember a night in 1969 (it was July 20t, I was 12yo) , when all the boys went on a special night adventure (ash lyila), sneaking on an unseen imagined enemy in a moonless night. I sneaked to watch the first landing on the moon on one of the only TV sets we had in the Kibbutz. It was black and white and the transmission was so poor, it was a garble of noise and obscured black and white spots. But we were witnessing the first human landing on the moon - live!
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