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The pornography of disasters

 These are just chapter heads that I write in my head. I decided not to comment on other blogs that refer superficially and without real knowledge to what is happening here. People take what they are given and I don't blame them, it is what it is.                                                                                                                              Filmed dramatic disasters bring high ratings. One moment you are a victim and the next moment you become the forces of evil because of the pornography of the disasters. As if there wasn't a continuous sequence of events, of history, of reasons, of facts.                                                                                                      Someone anonymous wrote here yesterday a correct and very comprehensive comment about the truth and facts here, but after a moment he deleted it. I regretted it, even though this blog was not supposed to deal with politics in the first place. But this is no longer politics but life itself here.                                Now we are in danger from the Houthis in Yemen who are firing missiles to the south, the Hezbollah in the north who have already destroyed entire settlements, this morning something was fired from Iraq, and of course still missiles from Gaza. And still we are the bad guys in the story.                                     

Merry Christmas

 To all my friends here, old and new, I wish you a happy holiday, may it be delicious, bright and full of joy. Merry Christmas.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Everyone wants to be right.

 In my childhood I was the only one of my friends who had grandmothers. One of my grandmothers fled Germany in 1933 and the other arrived here before that. The grandmothers of my friends stayed in their countries in Europe, and the end is known.I was also one of the few who had cousins and a large extended family, my friends didn't, their grandmothers disappeared there with the children and the whole family.                 The people who still came here after the war didn't talk much and little by little I started to find out what they went through. As a child I always wondered if I would manage to survive, and how, I had dreams, like many children of my generation, that I was hiding and being chased.                                          I think that something from this feeling of persecution is deeply embedded in our DNA, mine, otherwise I have no idea why in times of distress here, in times of deep fear I try to find support, if only with a kind word right here in Blogland, as if this is supposed to be the safe place, but it is not so for some people. People have opinions, they cling to them forcefully, they also have their fears.                                                                              Everyone wants to be right.

More thoughts

 I think I found the answer to why I get so upset and comment so emotionally on such and such posts in Blogland.

I realized what role the blog plays in my life now.

I function well day by day, of course there is a cloud of slight anxiety and attention that accompanies me

But it doesn't have much emotional expression.                                                                                                               The blog is where the emotions come out. The fear, the great anxiety, lack of acknowledgment, and the great need for a kind word and comfort.

Around me, in the place where I live, everyone feels the same, and most of the people I am with on a daily basis allow themselves very little expression of feelings in our daily life, it probably protects us.                                               I probably attribute much more power to what people write than it really has, just because here on the blog the emotions work stronger. The great fear comes out, the anger, the helplessness, the deep concern, the lack of confessions, the helplessness, and the guilt.

I argue with comments on blogs and then won't sleep at night because of it. I'm not good at arguments, I have no experience with it in real life.                                                                                                                             Our life here has changed so much and it is impossible to know what the future will be here, I want to write about it, but it is clear to me that there will always be someone who will comment "yes, but what about Gaza?", yes, suffering is compared to suffering and I have nothing to do with it.                                                                                                              

If the cards were dealt differently

 I try to think what I would write or say if I were somewhere else, in some place in the world where bloggers come from. What would I write if any of the blogland people were in danger of life, living in great anxiety and trying to put what is happening into words here. Would it be very important for me to be objective? Would I try to reflect to him how wrong and inappropriate the way the people who are leading the situation is? Would I understand that he also has no control over the situation?                                                  Would I ignore his pain and would I write superficial comments that try to balance and compare the situation of the attacker and the attacked at the same time?                                                                                            I don't think I would do that to a virtual friend even if I never meet him.

And a few more words--

My heart also aches for the citizens, children and women of Gaza. And maybe that's precisely why my reactions are so emotional, I seem to feel a little guilty even though I'm not bombing anyone. The citizens of Gaza are not our enemies, only the people of Hamas.

This time the only way is to bomb their weapons stockpiles and drive them out of Gaza. There is no other way. Hamas prevents the citizens from leaving the dangerous places and they are its victims.                                      Despite the comments of the good majority here, the feeling is of loneliness in blogland, there is no one here like me.

                  

 Blogland is not a good place for Israelis or Jews at this time.

I know there are many good people here but the other minority breaks my heart.