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Israel Ramble letters
April 17 2012
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 Dear friend,
I hope you are enjoying the Rambles. Next issue I will write about How Hebrew words are coming into being, stay tuned. On the left you can find some photos from the Yarkon river. It used to be totally polluted but now it has been restored, with a promenade, many kinds of birds, a zoo, lake and boats, restaurants, exercising areas, a lovely walk if you happened to be in Israel.
Boaz Pnini
Bridges 2 Israel
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| Losing weight the easy way |
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| We had peacokes in our children animal farm |
We are carrying the weight of our bodies for life. What will you not give for a moment of weightlessness?! There was a period in my early life when the answer would have been "anything". I would have given anything for that experience.
I would give everything for one moment of blissful weightlessness. I will look for every possible flying opportunity. When it comes to Kibbutz childhood you have plenty of opportunities to jump from high places into soft buffered substances. Being it straw or sand or god knows what.
And there was the matben (straw barn). It was huge and mostly full with rectangle bails of hey, and this "mostly" made all the difference, since it left depressions and nooks inside the barn we could climb on an into, which we did, and when reached the top we will jump into the bails and the loose straw 3 meters or so below, immediately climbing up again to experience this one second of free fall freedom once more.
As young children we will often be left alone, minding our own business, roaming wherever an adventure was looming or a cow was mooing. One time we got stuck in the matben between bails of hey. We could not go down, it was too high for a jump. Someone, one of us 6 years old geniuses probably, found a rope, and not being very familiar with laws of gravity and friction we took turns sliding down. When each child reached the bottom, he or she would scream from the hit and pain of sliding the rope and promptly will run to the Kibbutz clinic to be treated. None escaped the faith of scorched bloated palms that day, or at least that is the way I remember it.
Then there was this spot on the road to Jerusalem. I do not remember caring much about Jerusalem, but driving on that road leading to Jerusalem through the Elah Valley, at a certain point there was a sharp depression in the road, and if you did not decrease the car speed you will experience something like zero G, a moment of floatation. I anticipated and looked forward to that moment eagerly. We will spur our dad to go as fast as possible over this dip in the road. If you ever go on that road you may not find it, it has been leveled many years ago.
Then there were the reoccurring flying dreams. We had a lot of feathers in our "children animal farm", chickens, ducks, peacocks, pigeons. In my dreams I will go there and collect enough feathers to build myself a translucent kind of wings. I will make a wire frame and then weave the feathers between the wires to make the wings. Then I will fly law around the Kibbutz. I loved those dreams, they felt so real. I still remember them vividly.
Later in life I have not completely gave up on weightlessness, as I flew gliders and even an airplane once.
In gratitude for all these unforgettable moments,
Boaz Pnini
Bridges 2 Israel
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| Israelis love Iranians - A virus of peace |
The original youtube has 716,627 hits. So, like the kineret it is still going up. Let it spread if you wish.
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Lake kineret corner
The Kineret is now 162 centimeters above the red line and still rising. This is almost 1 meter above the top level of last year.
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Being a child and having not much to do, I regularly followed the amount of rain fall, barometric pressure, moister. We had a weather station, managed by only one Kibbutz member, Mop, who was totally dedicated to it. The weather station has all kind of weird looking devices, stuck in the ground, blowing in the wind, collecting the rain. The results of the rain will be published on the Kibbutz blackboard, we kept scores. I still remember the average used to be 524 mm per year (or was it 526?).
My youngest brother who is now managing all kind of Kibbutz projects, including the solar farm, probably do not remember that, but I used to take him to this station and explain the basics, I am afraid now he will need to explain me the basics. He was only about 4 or 5 years old then, and the last things we could have imagined then were solar farms, internet and high tech. It was simple then, few tubes stuck in the mud to tell you the earth moister. Weathervane to tell you the wind, a funnel drained into a cup to capture the rain, a barometer, stuff like that.
Boaz Pnini
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| Politics |
Well, you know I am not writing about politics, but here is a joke that will illustrate my current thinking about the conflict in the middle east.
A young women come crying to her mom:
Mom: What's wrong honey?
Daughter: I have a conflict with my fiancé
Mom: Oh, that is terrible, do tell, what is your conflict?
Daughter: Well, I would like our wedding cake to be with 2 little figurines on top, a bride and a groom, and I would like it to be a 3 layers, half chocolate half white kind of a wedding cake..
Mom: Well honey, what then is the problem?
Daughter: And my fiancé... sob... he does not want to get married
The clue is to distinguish between symptoms and causes. Symptoms keep changing causes do not. Now I leave you to solve this puzzle ...
Boaz Pnini
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