How a day of work ends ...

Since early childhood I have been told not to run for two rabbit at the same time.

But this applies for elevators too? Even for 4 elevators?

Imagine you leave your office and you are calling the elevator at your floor. And you wait ... you wait ... you hear colleagues from the building getting impatient ... in a few seconds we see them running down the stairs cursing the damn elevators ... 4 elevators and none of them stops at any floor ...but you try over and over again pushing the button ... and you wait ... and you don't feel like rolling down the stairs, you're just too tired ... and when you hear suddenly the beep of one of the elevators, you run faster and faster to catch it ... you think that you are lucky ... you think it's a miracle ... finally, you are in front of the open doors and you want to jump inside ... but hey there are way to many people inside ... crowded ... the smell of another tired people at the end of the day it's too much to bear ... and you quit ... you go back to the spot in the middle of the corridor ... no air conditioned ... you breathe hot air ... you feel helpless ... and then you feel you are happy again ... another elevator stops ... again you run ... but again other people all crowded inside and you don't feel like sharing the place with them ... and again you return to your place and wait for another elevator ... and when you think you should roll down the stairs, here comes the third elevator ... EMPTY!

The new Orbit Professional

picture one: "Every thing has two sides"
picture two: "Orbit Professional in a new package which can be opened from both sides; cleans the teeth in such a manner than you can really feel it!"

Guess how much I love you ;-)

I grew up with stories like The Red Ridding Hood, The Sleeping Beauty or Snow-White ... and, of course, Romanian stories.

Have you ever thought what stories do children read nowadays? I took a peak at the shelf with children's books and I have discovered a very beautiful book called "Guess how much I love you" by Sam McBratney and illustrated by Anita Jeram. And this tiny book has brought me more happiness than the other two books of short stories by Etgar Keret which I bought today.

So, guess how much I love you ...

Be'er Sheva

Israeli point of view

Tired

When I am tired, I make salad with cinamon istead of cumin.
When SHE is tired, she makes coffee with 19 l of water ...

Sayed Kashua "Dancing Arabs"

In the twelfth grade I understood for the first time what '48 was. That it's called the War of Independence. In twelfth grade I understood that a Zionist was what we called a Sahyuni, and it wasn't a swearword. I knew the word. That's how we used to curse one another. I'd been sure that Sahyuni was a kind of fat guy, like a bear. Suddenly I understood that Zionism is an ideology. In civics lessons and Jewish history classes, I started to understand that my aunt from Tulkarm is called a refugee, that the Arabs in Israel are called a minority. In twelfth grade I understood that the problem was serious. I understood what a national homeland was, what anti-Semitism was. I heard for the first time about "two thousand years of exile" and how the Jews had fought against the Arabs and the British. I didn’t believe it. No way. The English had wanted the Jews here, after all. In Bible class, I discovered that it was Isaac, not Ismael, who'd been replaced with a sheep.

Kashua, Sayed (2004): Dancing Arabs, translated from the Hebrew by Miriam Shlesinger, New York, Grove Press, pg. 117

Sand of Caesaria

Caesaria rocks

Old City of Caesaria