back in the ussr

Back in the USSR

Interesting. my flight landing minutes before sunset on a friday was the perfect arrival to Israel for me, establishing it for the moment as my place and not the place of my parents. it's tough being passive aggressive at 55.

no one will look back at november 2010, so far, and proclaim it as a turning point for Israel. I wouldn't say that Israel is no worse for the wear, but it is all gradual.

arabic written on the signs was the real welcome. was that an arab sitting next to me on the taxi ride to jerusalem? i didn't wish to disturb the silence with "b'tichki arabi?" another lost opportunity.

i entangled myself in some minor arguing on mondoweiss beginning a few days before my flight back, thus enabling a gradual retox.

I saw Gideon Levy speak, but the building and the audience of fifty on 76th and Amsterdam was more significant than anything he had to say. I must say that Israel bashers raise the feathers of my back. (The bookseller accompanying Amy Goodman with his on cue laughter at anti Israel jokes was particularly galling.)