24 Russian Beer, Romanian Wine

Years ago when I first entered the wine and liquor store near my house I discovered the "hidden imports" that are not seen in the large supermarkets. It contained brands from Eastern Europe that aroused my curiosity. The customers in the store also attracted me. The clerks who spoke fluent Hebrew with me, albeit with a slight accent (and who in Israel does not have a slight accent) switched immediately to their mother tongue when another customer entered. Suddenly their language became softer, livelier, quicker and more natural. Only then did I realize that what had formerly seemed to be fluent was indeed a matter that required considerable effort. Israel is a land of immigrants.

The special brands that I saw in the store were almost all in the low price range and I couldn't expect any miracles, but in spite of that my curiosity was aroused and I tried different kinds. I tasted the strong Russian beer which contains a higher percentage of alcohol than I was accustomed to and could not get used to its taste. I tried the vodka flavored with honey and pepper which is imported from the Ukraine and could not even manage to finish the small bottle that I had bought. I had already heard about Murfatlar wine from Rumania and I was not disappointed – it was excellent. But when two of my children became religiously observant, I was obliged to do without it because the wine does not bear a kosher seal.

These days I don't buy much in this store. It seems to me that it carries fewer brands of the kind that are not found in supermarkets. But in spite of that, the store attracts me. I go in, walk around aimlessly and then buy 6 bottles of mineral water. Here they are in the nylon bag on the counter. The angle of the photograph I owe the stores salesman, who asked me to shoot it in such a way that it would show the bottle of the gold labeled "Vodka Absolute", that he is so proud of.

23 The Ramlah-Lod Market

The "Ramlah-Lod Market" is the commercial name of a market that travels throughout the country and displays its wares every day in a different locality. On Thursdays it comes to Pardes Hana to what used to be the main "Egged" bus station which is now vacant and serves as a parking lot for busses on Saturdays. People flock to the market and the traffic on market day is insufferable. Cars park in every place they can squeeze into and this is a serious nuisance for the local population.

From my workroom I sometimes hear the hucksters hawking their wares and had thought of going there to see what was going on. That is what I did today. I went through the market's gates – and immediately found myself in another world, overwhelmingly colorful, noisy and pulsing with life. I felt the way I did a year and a half ago on a trip to Romania in Târgu Mureş's market. I thought to myself that we travel great distances in order to have a "genuine" experience like this and I tried to see the market near my house through the eyes of a tourist. That is an excellent exercise. Try once to see your house, your street or the Public Square through the eyes of one who, as it were, comes here for the first time and for whom all these things are totally new.

That is the way I looked at the "Ramlah-Lod Market". I gazed at the clothes, the seeds and the dried fruits, the household utensils and the baked goods. A young man standing next to a woman, perhaps his mother, as she is preparing a Druze pitah, sprinkling it with labane and za'atar, rolling it and serving the pitah warm – simply delicious. Notice the colorful pile of clothes. And note the date trees in the background that hint at the world beyond the other reality of the "Ramlah-Lod Market".

22 On the Banks of Lake Kinneret

"Lake Kinneret is not just a beautiful sight, nor simply a part of nature – the fate of a nation is embodied in its name", so wrote the poetess Rachel about the days she spent on the "young woman's farm" which Hana Meizel established in 1911 on the shores of Lake Kinneret. Indeed, the destiny of many was determined in those turbulent days on the banks of the Kinneret. The Young Woman's farm seen in the photo is part of the Kinneret collective where pioneers of the second aliya (wave of immigration) settled and from where several of them went to "Um Juni" and established the first kibbutz – Degania.

Today it is fashionable to attack the kibbutzim and to present their ideology as a kind of madness. "Sweet Mud", a film that was made out of severe personal distress, is regarded by many as an indictment that reveals the kibbutz as a form of hypocritical and repressive life that is also mean spirited and devoid of even one iota of nobility of spirit. On the other hand there is a yearning for the early days of the kibbutz movement, for the great dream, for the personal dedication and pure faith. What a magnificent undertaking arose from the hut in Um Juni. Not only the kibbutzim, but all settlement in the country owes much to these groups of dreamers that danced at night on the shores of Lake Kinneret.

I joined a group that descended from Upper Beitaniya – where members of Hashomer Hatzair once settled (Yehoshua Sobol wrote a Play about them) – to the Kinneret farm and from there continued on to the Eucalyptus groves of Naomi Shemer and then to the Kinneret Cemetery (where Rachel and Noami Shemer are buried as well as Berl Katznelson, Moshe Hess, Borochov, Serkin and other famous people). What stories were told and were not told on this trip! Yes, there were indeed days and there were nights on these memorable paths between Degania and Kinneret.

21 My Feldenkrais Lessons

Once a week, on Wednesdays, after swimming forty lengths in the pool, I get on my motorcycle and go to the place where there are lessons given according to the Feldenkrais method. This weekly hour is very important to me because even swimming cannot correct the damage that bicycle riding does to my back. A friend of mine, a firm believer in Yoga, says that it is better to stick to a system that has been tested and proven for thousands of years. But from outstanding teachers that I have had in various disciplines – I have already spoken of my violin teachers and at a later date I shall talk about my math teacher, as well as my phys. ed. trainer – I learned that it is not the system but the teacher. As a rule I think that "educational systems" in schools, for instance, are much less important than good teachers. However, good teachers are rare and outstanding ones even rarer. It is my good fortune that my teacher of the Feldenkrais method is a "master", that is to say, she is one of the best.

Moshe Feldenkrais was a colorful character. He was born in the Ukraine in 1904, immigrated to Israel alone when he was fourteen and later went to France where he studied science with Marie Currie and her son-in-law Frederick Julio-Currie (also a Noble Price winner) and received his Doctorate from the Sorbonne. At the same time he also studied Judo (and even taught it to the Currie family). In 1951 he was asked to come to Israel by President Chaim Weizman to establish the electronic branch of the Israeli Army. From the middle 1950's he devoted all his efforts to developing, applying and advocating his Feldenkrais method (incidentally he also stood Ben Gurion on his head).

Here we are, students of his faithful students, getting ready for our lesson. The teacher is sitting opposite us but does not appear in the picture. The empty mat is mine. I have taken the picture and am going to the mat to lie down on my back and try to observe "how my body meets the floor today".

20 Timna Brauer Sings for Peace

'Voices for Peace', the project of Timna Brauer and Eli Meiri arrived in Or Akiva to give a concert. This excellent performance, which combines Moslem, Christian and Jewish music featuring choirs from Tel Aviv and Shfaram, has been traveling the world these past seven years and delivering the message of fraternity via music. There is something naïve and touching about this hope that music is capable of uniting peoples engaged in bloody conflict. I remember the excitement that gripped me on first hearing 'Zaman El-Salam' (Time for Peace) adapted by Yair Dalal for the special concert 'Shalom-Salam' which took place in Oslo in 1994 to commemorate the first anniversary of the Oslo Accord. What hope was contained in the words only partly understood of 'Zaman El-Salam'. What yearnings were heard in the Arab language, so musical, so beautiful. But it seems that the songs create this magic for only a short time.

On the stage we see two choirs, the Jewish one and the Arab one, singers intermingled. The Jews sing 'Allah Ya Mulana', the Arabs sing 'Avinu Malkenu', and all together they sing 'We Shall Overcome'. The audience is moved and for a moment it seems that this is sufficient to bring down the walls between us. However, the following morning reality stares us in the face again.

Timna Brauer is a wonderful singer. She is a Yemenite, an Israeli and an Austrian who studied in France, and perhaps all this helps explain her mastery command of different and varied styles, and makes it possible for her to feel at home in all of them. She has a unique voice and a personal mode of presentation that always contains playful jazz elements. It is fun to hear her and to hope with her that music is the voice of peace.

19 The Old Houses

There are old houses on my street that send messages from the past. I can not decode all of them but I observe the architectural style of these houses and imagine very much about the world of the people who built them. Look at this house for example, its forthright functionalism, simple style (straight lines and no ornamentation what so ever) and think of the imagination run wild as seen in many buildings built today. How they are situated far from the street and have many annexes, corners, columns, gates, porches and storage facilities as well as parking lots. When they are surrounded by foliage and fences our new houses become indistinct when viewed from the street. It seems as if they want to disappear, fade away into empty space, cease to be part of the street and become something independent that can be detached from one street and transferred to any other street or even any other community.

The house in this photo, and others like it, are built right at the sidewalk. They are not bashful and do not hide, nor do they deck themselves in superfluous finery. They are part of the street which they create and the street's character is the sum total of their presence. It is a shame that these houses are neglected now, to say nothing of the sidewalks that look like remnants of naïve optimism. It seems that Pardes Hana did not developed as quickly as the people who built these houses long ago hoped it would.

18 In My Wine Store

I buy my wine in the store of a wine cellar, on the Benyamina – Zichron Yaakov road. I save the empty Magnum bottles (one and a half liter each), and from time to time I go to refill them with good young wine that is remarkably inexpensive. Waiting for me at the store is a large stainless steel container and next to it there is a line of wine lovers who have also brought bottles to refill. The system is simple and cheap. You pay only for the wine, since there are no middlemen and no packaging costs – straight from the container to the bottle.

The light in the photo may be misleading. It may give the impression of molten metal flowing but this is not alchemy or flowing gold. The lamp is placed near the faucet of the container because the store's interior is rather dark and the man who fills the bottles is working without a funnel and he must accurately direct the current of wine into the bottle opening.

In a bag in the lower right hand corner can be seen the empty bottles I brought with me and next to it is a bottle that has already been filled and corked. The green object in the lower left hand corner serves to cork the bottles. It looks like a large orange squeezer. The bottle is placed on a bright round base and when the handle is pulled down the cork is pressed into the neck of the bottle. Since I discovered this simple delicious inexpensive wine I drink a glass of wine with almost every meal. They say that red wine is also good for the heart. Lechaim.