Friday, June 7, 2024


 I wake up at night from the sounds of an alarm somewhere far away, not here, but I hear it, the app on the phone knows where exactly it's happening. Thanks to Iron Dome that knows how to warn the exact direction of the missiles, on the screen I read the names of towns where the alarm is now sounding, if it is in a big city, Iron Dome identifies which neighborhoods it is aimed at, if it wasn't for Iron Dome we would have died here a long time ago.                                                                                                                                                       I can't fall asleep. I don't know if it will progress and reach here as well, I'm waiting. In the meantime, I'm writing beginnings for posts, later I'll forget them and they'll never be written.

I think about my grandmothers, maybe I'll write about them, when I was a child I was almost the only one who had grandmothers, my friends' parents were Holocaust survivors and they didn't have grandmothers, so I didn't notice it, I didn't think about it.

One of my grandmothers came from Germany in 1933, left her home in Berlin with her husband and my mother who was 6 years old at the time, she had no choice. The second grandmother arrived here with her husband and my father who was one year old at the time, in 1924, she was the first Jewish woman to study dentistry at the university in Warsaw, I have already written about them here before, and there is still much to tell.                                                                                                                                                                           Since the seventh of October I have been sleeping with socks because from the stories of the people who were kidnapped and returned, especially the old women, I understood that it was very difficult for them to walk in the tunnels of Gaza barefoot, yes, I have fears that may not be logical, and maybe they are.                                                                                                                                                                                 Later I start reproducing recipes in my head, maybe it will tire me, meatballs, schnitzels, the magician's rice I made yesterday, that doesn't help either. I go through a list of the families and houses on the small street where I lived in the small northern city, I count in my head my friends in Blogland and those who are no longer, and somehow in the end I fall asleep until the next sound in the "Color Red" app which is the alarm app.

Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Things I haven't done in a long time

Things I miss and haven't done in a long time,
Go with the girl to the hairdresser, to the shops, marvel at how well she knows exactly what she wants, go with both of them to the small cafe in the mountains where there is no place to sit because of the dozens of motorcyclists who come there on Saturdays.
I  still see them at least twice a week, they are still happy to see me and love the food I cook for them, according to their request, and that is also a great joy.


Monday, April 29, 2024

Screams Before Silence(YouTube)

I think I failed to copy the video. It is on YouTube. Look for it. It's hard to watch but it's important. Especially to some anti-Semitic women around here. And that still doesn't tell the whole story.

Friday, April 26, 2024

Far from Denmark.

 It is one of the most beautiful and magical things in nature, the little yellow flower and the pink and white flower, both very small growing in the garden, almost invisible but suddenly you notice their beauty, and in contrast to them the hollyhock, which is hard not to see right away, tall and towering, it came to the garden uninvited, but immediately took over Everyone. It's the first one to notice.

I started with my garden a few years ago when I saw pictures of a garden in Denmark, only green plants in all kinds of shades, also some red and silver, I thought it was lovely and I wanted a garden like that too. I don't know anything about gardening but I tried, I bought all kinds of plants and made the attempt, it was partially successful because this is not Denmark.                                                                          Because of the partial success I also started adding flowers, also because I love flowers, and also because in the end it doesn't look like that garden in Denmark.                                                                              This is not the first nor the last case where I did things with the belief that something different could be created here, I make many analogies in this regard to my journey in blogland, but about that another time.
In the meantime, my garden is beautiful in a way that suits it, far from Denmark, suffering from hot days, (40c yesterday), dust storms and more, but I take care of it.

Saturday, April 20, 2024

Saturday morning

 I take pictures with my iPhone with one click, sometimes it turns out well and sometimes it's less like these pictures.
The bougainvillea that takes over the olive tree at the entrance to the house. The cats who love the garden. The irises that started to bloom and this strange plant that I don't know the name of.

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

It's almost midnight

 For several days now I have been trying to forget the night between Saturday and Sunday. People talk about this night like women talk about the birth of their child, repeating the story over and over again, what a great miracle happened to us, how great the fear was.

 cruise missiles and hundreds of unmanned aerial vehicles with tons of explosives, passed over our heads with a noise   of which we had never heard, it was unlike any previous sounds of war, and the fear, such as we had never known before,

And then the feeling that a miracle really happened to us, here we are still here intact.

I'm so sorry that I just read the blog of someone who I was trying to find a common language with in the last few days and I didn't succeed because she really hates Israel.

She bases herself on false information and spreads it on her blog and there will always be others who join her,

It's almost midnight and tomorrow will be another day.                                                                                                       I'm so tired and hurt by these lies, tomorrow I might write a more coherent post.