Please don't tell anyone, but whenever I go to Israel visiting the Kibbutz I snick into the swimming pool area. Sometimes it is locked and I have to go though a hole in the fence, but I must go there because it is intrinsically connected to my need for peace, and since it is always winter when I visit, no one is there. Then I say hello to the bugenvilias, the lantanas, the aromas of the flowers, the grass, the pools we swam in.
30 years ago I had an experience I cannot explain, maybe you can, or maybe I was just hallucinating .As often happened, I laid on my back on the green coarse grass, basking in the sun, looking leisurely at the passing clouds that where evenly scattered above like a bunch of white sheep over the blue sky. Then the most bizarre thing happened, whatever cloud I was looking at, in a minute or 2 disappeared, but not the clouds right next to it. So I will choose another cloud to look at and it will all happen again, just melt away, go figure.. if it ever happened to you let me know.
We had 2 pools, but the big one was really a reservoir for irrigation, full with algae and fish, we swam with the fish, we tried to make the 33 meter dive from side to side underwater without breathing, all kind of scummy things will be suspended in that murky green water, an underwater adventure, finding a lost ring on the bottom, it was very easy to drown there since the water was almost completely an opaque green.
My mom taught me how to dive head first, it was mighty scary and she had to do it many times over before I took the risk and jump from the high bridge and into the 2 meter of void before hitting the water, I think I was 9 by then.
Boaz Pnini
Bridges 2 Israel
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