Rosebud tea, bare birch trees, camembert cheese - C. and I have come half way round the world to come back to Israel. We went via Beijing and Paris. We flew into Tel Aviv around midnight. We could see the lights of the cities below all up and down the mediterranean coast line. I'm wearing birkenstocks with pink-striped socks which made me the target of a search at Charles de Gaulle airport. Well, I would search someone who is wearing socks with their birkenstocks!!
We are going up to Jerusalem soon and not sure what awaits us. Its a real thing to locate Ancient Israel underneath this newly born country. Neon signs, magazine covers, logos - its bizarre having spent the last 10 years only reading biblical hebrew. I can understand why some resented the installation of Hebrew as the national language. Its become wonderfully everyday.
I think our goals for the next two days (apart from recover) is to walk the streets of Jerusalem and try to find the ghost of the Singer.
I've brought Jacques Derrida, 'Writing and difference' along for the journey. He has already said some interesting things about the imagination, beauty and intelligence.
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