the 20th day of Av

according to the hebrew calendar today is the 20th day of av, marking exactly 7 years since the massacre at the sbarro restaurant in jerusalem on the 9th august 2001.

family and friends assemble at malki’s grave for prayers and the reciting of psalms.

may her precious memory be a blessing

alexis

i’ve been approached by a alexis lam, a photographer i know, who is currently in lima, peru. alexis is working with jewish youth in lima to strengthen their ties to israel, to boost their sense of zionism. he is putting together a photo album with images by israeli photographers depicting each of their perspectives of contemporary israel. the book will be a gift to every jewish household in lima. alexis wanted me to join the project with photos from “in spite of!“

1st of all i want to say that i think alexis is doing some wonderful and very important work and i am honored to take part! thank you alexis for your offer!   

but i had some convincing to do. deep down it was obvious to me that for a project having to do with modern-day israel, having to do with zionism, with the promise of a homeland for the jewish people in the land of israel, the more appropriate project was “malki’s legacy“. why? that took some thinking and careful wording to convince alexis.

the malki foundation was born of an atrocious act of murder and of the unimaginable personal tragedy of the roth’s. their loss of malki is not something with which to encourage lima’s jewish youth to feel for israel. what is important here, what in my mind signifies pure and generous zionism, are the roth’s wonderful activities in helping the children and families of israel, in a way that is consistent with the legacy left by malki – a story of hate inflicted death nurturing love and giving, nurturing life.

in this regard i had another insight today. what is it about photojournalism in israel that attracts me so much? doing a photo documentary project about israeli society, with all its conflicts and contradictions, the special and the beautiful, is the highlight of my photographic aspirations. it’s a journey of research and discovery into the souls of israelies. it creates an intimacy unknown to outsiders. and there is no better example of the conflicts and contradictions, the special and the beautiful in israeli souls, than malki’s legacy.

malki roth, 1985-2001

nir

send the sinful chicken to hell! take II

bounced up from october 1st, 2006 

swing the chicken three times around your head. pass to it your sins and cleans yourself.

and then, send the sinful chicken to hell!

don’t you feel purified now?

the innocence of children often seems wiser than the experience of their parents…

another two points for religion!

amended:

a year has past. yom kippur is once again at our doorstep, here in the jewish world.

karen horwitz recently commented on the original post: “Since I was a little girl my mother had me put a dime in a handkerchief and say the kaparot prayer three times and give the money to charity. My grandmother was orthodox and it was called caporah.”

yes karen, as a child that’s the way i remember it too. but the weird part is that the ultra-orthodox see it differently. can’t God be appeased without the slaughtering of a chicken?

what is yom kippur … the day of atonements? the central theme of this holy day is atonement and penance from sins, firstly against one’s fellow man and secondly against god. many traditions have evolved; fasting, prayer, wearing white, no bathing or washing, no wearing of leather shoes, oh! and no sex either! ”For on this day He will forgive you, to purify you, that you be cleansed from all your sins before G-d” (Leviticus 16:30)

so what do chicken have to do with it? maybe a trace of sacrifices in the ancient temple. maybe remnants of pagan practices. superstition. this is the prayer recited as the live chicken is waved three times above the head just prior to it being butchered: “This is my exchange, this is my substitute, this is my atonement. This chicken will go to its death while I will enter and proceed to a good long life, and peace“.

packed in small cages in the markets and main streets of many cities, if you look closely you’ll see they’re barely moving. they hold their beaks open from thirst, hunger and suffocation after many hours in the sun, sometimes days. eye movements are evidence that they are still alive. barely. on this the holiest of days, why is so much slaughter necessary? why is so much cruelty to animals necessary? butchering them without mercy as we ask for mercy for ourselves, for atonement, for forgiveness.

there’s another way – read the paper chicken

going back to the essence of yom kippur i am not going to slaughter a chicken but i ask you, dorit, uri, tamar and hila, for forgiveness. your forgiveness for moments of anger, for things i said that i shouldn’t have, for moments of impatience, for not always being attentive to your feelings and your needs, for not always fulfilling your expectations. 

i apologize and ask your forgiveness.

nir

amended september 21st 2007: 

a child of 3-4 months; how many sins has he accumulated to justify the slaughter of another chicken?

after less than half an hour of shooting the butchers began to get annoyed with me, worried i might harm their ‘business’. i welcomed their censure, it was a time to leave. i was sick to my stomach.

a new dawn

friendship

dear father josep,

it is beautiful!

i have been walking around all week with a note from the post office, notification of a package, in my wallet. the note did not state the source of the package and i was in no hurry to pick it up.

after receiving your email yesterday, the first thing i did this morning was to run to the post office and i have just returned. the haggadah de poblet is beautiful and i am very happy to now be the owner of copy 575/1000.

i am happy for several reasons; first of all i think it is extraordinary for the opportunity to inspect a jewish manuscript from somewhere around the 14-16 centuries, probably the only jewish manuscript that survived in spain from that time. it’s like getting into a time machine and going back several hundred years, witnessing the preservation of tradition. every year on passover (‘pesach’ in hebrew) we read from a haggadah, telling the story of the exodus  of ancient hebrews from bondage in egypt, and the texts today are exactly the same as those in haggadah de poblet.

but mostly the haggadah de poblet signifies for me our very special friendship. although i did not have the opportunity to see the original when visiting in abadia de santa maria de poblet, but when researching for my article for ‘teva hadvarim’ i was most fortunate to meet you. it was this special manuscript that brought about our special relationship.

therefore i am very happy to have my own copy. a historic book that will for me, signify friendship.

it is beautiful! thank you my friend!

nir

 also see:

father josep maria

Germandat Del Monestir Cistercenc De Santa Maria De Poblet

baha u llah

baha who?!

that would have been my reaction a few days ago until i learned of him. and he had some pretty cool ideas too.

i thought it might provide some fuel for thought…

one God, one human race,  full equality and an end to prejudice, inquisition, jihad, crusades, intifada, ethnic cleansing, intolerance, bosnia – herzegovina, darfur, taliban, al quada, cote d’ivoire, cyprus partition, east timor, kashmir, shiite and sunni in iraq, northern ireland, chechnya, tamils,  … need i list more? so many connections between religion and atrocities in written history and to this day!

the bahai faith was founded in 1844 by baha-u-llah who taught of one God, one human race and that all the world’s religions have been progressive stages in the revelation of God’s will and purpose for humanity.

the bab was a persian who announced he had been sent by God to prepare humanity for a new age and the imminent appearance of the baha-u-llah, a messenger of God even greater than himself. the bab was martyred in 1850 (how not surprising). his remains were preserved and concealed for over 60 years, eventually transferred to the holy land and interred in 1909 in a mausoleum on the slopes of mount carmel in haifa israel.

the colonnade and golden dome, designed by canadian architect william sutherland maxwell, were completed in 1953 and today mark the bahai world center.

claiming more than 5 million followers in almost every country in the world, the second-most geographically widespread religion in the world – have you ever known a bahai?

and their gardening isn’t bad either!

nir

pride and shame

the pride parade is planned for this thursday in jerusalem. last year police refused a to allow the parade in jerusalem, for fear of violence. a rally was held instead (does God love gays?). two years ago, one of the marchers was stabbed.

this years parade was not definite until recently the israeli supreme court ruled in favor. loud and somewhat violent objections have been sounding from all over. the ultra orthodox jewish community began its preparation last night in their attempt to foil the intentions, of what they call, defiling God’s holy city.

follow this post and amendments over the next few days. decide for yourself where lies the pride and where lies the shame.

this guy stole my blog post title (almost):

leviticus 18:22 “‘Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable”

as always, prints and licenses may be purchased on my site at images of my thoughts . com

nir

line of fire

i first ‘met’ ziv koren through his work displayed in the world press photo traveling exhibition displayed in tel-aviv. his shots simply stood out. i was captivated, as i hope you will be when through with this post.

numerous award winning israeli photographer ziv koren‘s 1995 photo of  an exploded bus, published on the cover of ‘time international’, was selected in 2000 as one of the 200 most important images in the last 45 years by the world press photo association, besides receiving several other rewards.

another of ziv’s images displayed in world press photo, a ‘dolphin’ submarine on its way from the german manufacturer to its new home in the israeli navy, also caught my attention.

a few years later, as uri was nearing his draft to navy officers’ course, he also decided to redecorate his room. he was looking for a photo that had to do with the navy. i suggested he contact ziv to ask about buying a print. an amusing email interaction took place between uri and ziv. eventually, understanding that uri was not in a position to purchase a print at ziv’s usual prices, ziv sent uri the full res image file, allowing uri to make a print and then delete the file - a present for uri’s upcoming draft.

i next met ziv at a course on documentary photography i did in tel-aviv, run by contact magazine. ziv was an instructor that either discouraged you to the point of despair or pushed you to the limits of your creativity. brutal in his critique ziv made sure my feet were on the ground and that subjective owner’s euphoria didn’t cloud my sense of reality and direction. i learned a lot from this photographer, i greatly respect him and  i admire his work!

today i ran into an online presentation that summarizes much of the work ziv has done over the last two decades in regard to the israeli-arab conflict. ziv has often placed himself on the edge of a knife to get the images he set out to achieve and his work is extraordinary.

do yourself a favor – follow the link below, click on the full screen icon at the bottom-right and and lock out everything else for 3:30 minutes.

line of fire

nir

oded balilty, pulitzer

oded balilty/ap

A lone Jewish settler challenges Israeli security officers during clashes that erupted as authorities cleared the West Bank settlement of Amona, east of the Palestinian town of Ramallah. Thousands of troops in riot gear and on horseback clashed with hundreds of stone-throwing Jewish settlers holed up in this illegal West Bank outpost after Israel’s Supreme Court cleared the way of demolition of nine homes at the site.February 1, 2006 - from The Pulitzer Prizes web page

amazing photo or not? not only do i find oded’s shot visually fascinating but it also conveys the essence of the struggle – ideological youth in an all out battle against government resolutions from a ‘nothing to loose’ standpoint (something i tried to convey in current affairs). the girl in the photo is named nili. she is not yet 17. nili says the photo did not bring israel worldwide honor and recognition – it brought disgrace. “when our leaders send our security forces to uproot and expel people, to destroy and demolish jewish life, it is not an honor” she wrote.

i saw this photo in the press at the time, later at world press photo exhibition (took 1st place for people in the news) and now i think the pulitzer is well deserved! i know i’m not the first to write about oded balilty’s award but i wanted to be. i postponed this post emailing ap a request to display the image on my blog. no reply. so…

oded balilty is quoted in maariv as saying he felt he had it the moment he got the shot. he wasn’t dreaming of a pulitzer at the time but he knew he had a great shot. his interpretation of the shot is ‘david against goliath’. although he hasn’t met her he sees the girl in the photo as one of the bravest people he has ever seen. not in the political aspect but in the ideological one – her decisiveness to follow her heart.

fantastic shot! congratulations!

nir

59th

imagine a photo of a beautiful display of fireworks. shot from less than 50 meters away, they break up right above our heads and the ashes drop around us. the reds and greens light up the night sky with a magical luminance. can you see them? wow! a blue one! did you see it?

me neither. the moment the fireworks began tasha began trembling of fear. i had to hug and caress her instead of my camera. so, no fireworks.

i can show you tasha though…

israel today celebrates 59 years of independence! i want to share a letter written by dorit’s grandfather exactly 59 and 1/2 years ago;

 wikipedia background

Tel Aviv, Sunday, November 30, 1947 

Dear Viterbo,

I feel the need to send you and all my friends in Italy greetings from Eretz Israel in this dawn of hope and festivity. My thoughts run back to the years past when we worked, struggled, hoped together; to the friends and leaders who guided us.

The Jewish State is not yet an accomplished fact; but when, last night, after so many hours of anxious anticipation, we heard on the radio the voices of the delegates pronouncing their vote at the Assembly of the United Nations and then the proclamation of the results, we felt that something great was taking place, even if surrounded by so much pettiness.

The streets filled with people, joyous and almost incredulous. Groups of young people were running, singing, embracing each other, dancing the hora in the streets and squares.

No! It won’t be easy now: fighting, difficulties and danger are not over. The task facing us, materially and spiritually, is enough to make one tremble. But at least for a moment let’s indulge ourselves and our children in the joy of the dream made reality, even if there’s a good share of illusion.

Yesterday we were all together at Mario Ottolenghi’s house to celebrate Michael’s Bar Mitzvah. There were so many old friends and this gathering reminded me of other similar gatherings at our homes in
Italy, in a time that seems so long ago. Our friend Gad, Giorgio Sarfatti, said some simple words about the text Michael had just read quite well and he finished up by hinting at the possibility of the imminent proclamation of a Jewish State, saying that we should accept it with joy as a gift from the Lord, even if we know this State will be quite different from what we would like. It’s up to us to take action so that reality isn’t too far from the ideal. But is a father prevented from rejoicing upon the birth of his son because he knows how difficult it will be to set him on the path to the Lord, and for fear that he won’t become a good and decent man? Therefore, let’s greet this birth with joy, but without ignoring the gravity of the task that awaits us and without trying to avoid it.

I’m picking up where I left off this morning. The city is celebrating, even if news has already spread of some incidents and victims. You can see a new happiness in everyone’s eyes; something singing in our hearts. Outside Eretz Israel it’s not possible to feel this simple and complete happiness that comes from feeling yourself in unison with everyone you meet. We should thank those whose call led us into Eretz Israel even for this day alone. Everyone you meet greets you with a smile containing an intimate, though wordless meaning; the clerk in the shop, or the cashier at the bank, they can’t help giving you the traditional message Mazal Tov, good luck! The milkman, when bringing us the milk this morning, greeted us the same way, adding that now it was up to us to show we were worthy of this State, and that it would be necessary to find the road to an accord with the Arabs. My thoughts were on this too, last night, on our neighbours who live a few meters from our houses. We’ll have to find the way to an agreement.

In the streets the schoolchildren are singing. Trucks decked with flags and overflowing with young people are circulating through the streets crowded with people. Bicycles are draped in white and blue; flags, large and small, are everywhere. Even these white cement cubes that are the houses of Tel Aviv seem beautiful today standing out in the cloudless sky, bright and clear, almost as if to form an immense white and blue flag.

Boys and girls are going around with blue boxes to collect offers for Keren Kayemeth. Suddenly, the memory pops up in my mind of a day long ago, much more than thirty years ago, when I was a boy of fifteen and went from house to house delivering the white and blue Keren Kayemeth brochure. All my old friends will surely remember that day. And today I felt like a boy again; full of vitality, joy, confidence, as is possible only at fifteen. And today everyone feels that way; full of a joy and confidence that is rarely seen in Israel.

In the street I met a friend who is particularly competent in financial and economic matters and known for his prudence.  Mazal Tov! Mazal Tov! He said: “This country, believe me, can be the best in the world also from an economical point of view. It has all the ingredients to be so”. A little farther on a car passes me by, in the streets congested with cars and pedestrians. I see a white head stick out, a broad smile on an open and jovial face. And at the same time I feel some one pat me on the head and on the shoulder, as with a small boy. It’s Harzfeld,[1]the head of the agricultural settlement council. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve run into him, in nine years I’ve seen him five or six times; but it seems that he’s kept an incredibly vivid memory of our meeting in Italy, and of a trip we took with him and Enzo Sereni. “What are you doing? Are you working?” “Yes” “Why don’t we see you around? Come over to my place. I want to know what you’re up to”. Another pat on my shoulder and the car takes off, while Harzfeld throws himself back on the seat. And I walk away with an inexplicable lightness in my soul. In those few meaningless words, in that handshake, there was nothing; yet to me they seemed to have a deep value; who knows why? We felt united for a moment, and we needed to say so. Harzfeld planned and directed the building of dozens and dozens of new colonies; I did the same for a few houses. It seems that the humblest job, performed here, acquires a special value today, and even the fact alone of being here. Because all together, our force comes from this work and this presence. Not that they have a great value in themselves, but as the expression of a will and faith without which it would all be in vain.

If I had to say what is the characteristic that distinguishes today from all the other days I have lived up to now, I could not avoid thinking of this strange sense of lightness that I have never felt in any gathering of Jews. It’s the joy felt by children, self-confidence, confidence in help from above, the sense that everything will have to end up well (which is not a carefree unawareness of the dangers of the moment), they are the aspects of a youth that has not yet lost its enthusiasm, its unselfishness, its faith.
Israel is wonderfully young. So let’s not be afraid of the tasks ahead, but let’s not forget why they are so arduous.

I’m often reminded of Italy’s recent history, from the Risorgimento till today. The Italian people have many points in common with us, and from their history we too could learn something in the field of politics. If we aren’t blind we’ll be able to find the path to discipline and to union; but no sacrifice will serve if we are not faithful to the spirit of our tradition, the voice of our prophets.

Don’t ask me why I’ve written you. It was the fullness of my heart that wanted to find expression. It was the same mysterious force that today invited every one of us to smile to strangers as if to friends, great friends like brothers. Maybe tomorrow it will all be different. Today even Pacifici [cf. Introduction, note 3], if he had been here, would have said, as Rav Uziel[2] suggested, the prayer Shehecheyanu, “who has brought us to reach this day”.

Love to you and all my friends,

Gualtiero Cividalli

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Carlo Alberto Viterbo, lawyer from Florence, president of the Italian Zionist Federation (FSI) in 1921, then from 1931 to 1933 and then, after the war, together with the editorship of the weekly journal
Israel, until his death in 1974. In 1936, he led the first systematic exploration of the Falasha territory in
Ethiopia. Abraham Harzfeld, one of the main people in charge of the Agricultural Headquarters of the Histadruth. Meir Uziel,  Sephardic Chief Rabbi in Palestine.

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from A Dream To Reality, Letters to the Children in Combat, Israel 1947-1948, by Gualtiero Cividalli
Edited by Francesco Papafava

holocaust remembrance day

 

i have made the vow not to forget

may boyer highschool, jerusalem, 16-april-2007

tamar at holocaust remembrance day ceremony

my grandmother shoshana, the eldest of 7 brothers and sisters, was sent to palestine before it all began. she was 16. her mother escorted her to the romanian port of constanza. they wept as they parted and her mother said to her they would probably never see each other again.

shoshana rozia margulis, 1913-1996

the dreaded prophecy became reality. shoshana’s parents, sarah and itzchak-leib margulis, and her brothers berl-dov, chaim, yekutiel (died young of pneumonia), esther, bluma and yekutiel were murdered by the nazis.

today i try to remember them!

nir

fearers of God

the haredim, fearers of God, live in closed communities in their own neighborhoods, study in their own schools and are for the most part exempt from mandatory military service. they average 7 children per family, the men lead a life of piety and prayer, study the torah rather than work and they rely on their wives income and that of government welfare. they constitute about 10 percent of the israeli society, about 600,000 people. these practices have caused resentment and isolation from the secular majority of israel’s population.

please do not pass through our neighborhood

in immodest clothes

april 2007, mea-shaarim jerusalem

due to a fear of corruptive influences on religious teachings and very strict observant jewish lifestyle, israeli ultra-orthodox jews have been banned by their rabbis from using modern communications.

surfing the net, the forums and blogs

april 2007, mea-shaarim jerusalem

nir

images of my thoughts

friends,

to those of you who celebrate, may it be one great celebration!

and to those who don’t, you don’t know what you’re missing but i wish you all the best in either case!

happy passover!

nir

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a lovely beginning … and then the end

recently i’ve been following several online discussions that have to do with restrictions on photographers. it seems that more and more photographic content is becoming off limits for commercial use; the louvre exterior, the lighting of the eiffel tower, municipal buildings ‘belonging’ to the city of london, n.y. subway and many other locations. that’s where editorial photojournalistic photography has an advantage.

some of these online discussions have been suggesting using tiny spy cameras to get the shot you want in spite of hounding security personnel. this reminded me of a tactic i once used to get the shot i wanted – ‘blending in’.

this was during a course i did last year in photojournalistic documentary photography. one of our assignments was to tell a story in three frames - a story with a beginning, a climax and an end. after contemplating the assignment guidlines for some time i came up with the story i wanted to tell.

the first frame would show the beginning of a love story. i wanted a young couple displaying buds of love. that wasn’t to hard to get. i went off early one morning to ammunition hill in jerusalem, where the army drafts its new recruits. it didn’t take too long to get a female soldier escorting her boyfriend on the morning of his draft.

i think the special look in his eye says it all!

 2nd frame – love blossoms to marriage. that shouldn’t be too hard – go to a wedding and shoot the bride and groom. this is where the ‘blending in’ was usefull. after several evening of trying all the wedding halls in jerusalem only to find them empty (this was in november which is not popular for weddings here) i finally did find a wedding. the only problem was that it was a very religious jewish wedding. most of the male guests wore traditional black and kept seperate from the women. i was really anxious about going in and taking a closeup shot in such a crowd.

i decided to ‘blend in’. i walked all the way up front during the ceremony, looking like it was every bit my business being there. the event photographer gave me a few looks but no one asked me anything. i was right there in front ready to get my shot. but the religious nature of this wedding was something i had never before encountered. the bride and groom did not even exchange glances! so where are the blossoms of love i wanted to shoot?

at the end of the ceremony, for one very brief moment, it came.

a glance and a smile (forget ‘you may kiss the bride’!), recognition, potential for future love. that was good enough for me.

the point of this long story is that if i was there at the ceremony with a covert miniature spy camera, either i would not have captured this rare moment or i would have been kicked out for crashing the wedding and acting suspiciously before this moment even occured.

oh, the 3rd frame … what do you think? first puppy love, then a wedding, then … a baby perhaps?

this couple is walking in to family court – a lovely beginning … and then the end!

nir

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selective desaturation

i rarely do ‘selective desaturation’ but this one was just asking for it. 

three very young ladies preparing their purim costumes in early morning.

it was the same three young ladies that giggled late into the night and the same three young ladies i blame for finding it difficult to keep my eyes open today.

but they’re adorable!

Wikipedia:

Purim (Hebrew: פורים Pûrîm “lots“, from Akkadian pūru) is a Jewish holiday that commemorates the deliverance of Haman‘s plot to annihilate all the Jews of the Persian Empire, who had survived the Babylonian captivity, after Persia had conquered Babylonia who in turn had destroyed the First Temple and dispersed the Jewish people; as recorded in the Biblical Book of Esther. It is characterized by public recitation of the Book of Esther, giving mutual gifts of food and drink, giving charity to the poor, and a celebratory meal (Esther 9:22); other customs include drinking wine, wearing of masks and costumes, and public celebration.

nir

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three mothers

what is it that makes family sagas such a successful genre? is it our nosiness? a yearning to peek into the lives of others? to learn all the intimate details?

 

Ethiopian Jewish “Sigd” celebration, Jerusalem December 2005

 

or could it be a passion to look into the souls of others? to gain an insight into feelings and thoughts? i think this is what led me to so enjoy a movie dorit and i saw last night, “three mothers“, by dina zvi riklis. a family saga of three sisters spanning 60 years.

 

“Whatching the World Whiz By”

Awarded Photo of The Day on Kodak (http://www.kodak.com) and displayed in Times Square N.Y. on July 20, 2005

 

i think this is also what leads me to so enjoy photojournalism – a passion to look into the souls of others. to see beyond a face, behind a pair of eyes. to discover the thoughts and feelings behind a smile or a frown. to tell a story in one frame. to do all this with a camera and enable the viewer to discover what i have discovered, to feel what i felt. not an easy photographic aspiration, but when successful, very very rewarding!

 

awe

 

and you know, the viewer doesn’t always have to see exactly what i have seen. i am very satisfied when the viewer is moved enough by one of my photos to feel as though he knows my intent, as though he does indeed share my insights, even if he is way off. it’s enough to know that my photo has provoked thoughts and feelings, that it has touched someone’s heart.

 

elijah the prophet, jerusalem, march 2002

 

 

nir

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does God love gays?

the rabbis don’t think so! for the past two weeks they have been wreaking havoc in the streets of jerusalem. burning, rioting, throwing bricks at policemen, blocking traffic, threatening lives - they call it protest. they call it preservation of sacred values. they ‘speak’ in the name of God. do they really?

 

freedom of expression, democracy, abomination, sins – words being thrown around lately. are they important words, God? are they worth lives?

do you really love gays less than rabbis?

 

a compromise was reached. gays would not parade but rather hold a closed rally at the hebrew university sports stadium in jerusalem. everyone claimed victory, but it was a sad event. much less participants than in previous years. less colorful. jerusalem’s secular residents held hostage by a violent gang of hooligans backed by a copyright on God.

but still they come…

 

nir

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send the sinful chicken to hell!

swing the chicken three times around your head. pass to it your sins and cleans yourself.

and then, send the sinful chicken to hell!

 

don’t you feel purified now?

the innocence of children often seems wiser than the experience of their parents…

another two points for religion!

nir

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shana tova!

genesis…

on the genesis of the new year

we wish you health,

happiness and gratification!

dorit & nir alon

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