Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Erev Pesach 4 years

Well it's been 4 years now since I have been here...I am now Ausraeli...I am a mixed breed...because sometimes there are reminders that this is a foreign strange land.

Conversation at appliance store on Emek:
American Dude: Do you have a Carbon Monoxide Detector or smoke detector?
Shopkeeper: No
American Dude: I don't go anywhere without one, people die from fires in their houses without them.
Shopkeeper: Maybe in America but not in Israel.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Politics and Posters

Walking through the Old City the other search of a beacon of European Culture in the Middle East...otherwise known as the Austrian Hospice, I couldn't help but notice the frequency that this poster featured in shops dotted along the way down the Via Dolorosa.

Retracing Jesus' steps...don't miss at the end of the Christian Quarter Road the Armenian Kodak photo shop, there are some rare shots from pre-'67 around the Old City and surrounds...that remind me a bit of Anna Ticho's sketches.

Meanwhile back on the 'path of sorrow', my attention is drawn back to the posters...Arab merchants are eagerly trying to bargain with you to buy jewellery, some Armenian tiles, traditional Israeli snacks are packaged with Arabic feels like I have crossed some sort of border...or perhaps a green line.

This poster seemed to represent something for the shopkeepers. The fact that it says Palestine on it instead of Israel. The prominence of the Dome of the Rock captures your attention. Perhaps to put words in their mouths it says' we are here...' and I think the poster the 'old school' feel about it also says 'we are not going anywhere'.

I Found an interesting article explaining the origins of the poster which were to promote visitng the Holy's recent reprint and trasnformation into a political symbol is an interesting journey..Please read;

Meanwhile...meandering my way out...past the kids selling shoes...where does this image come from? Slumdog millionaire? Straight out of the movies into real life Middle Eastern Cobble streets with a European back drop? Where am I?

Some place I like to call home.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Remembering to miss you.

It's funny how distance changes relationships.
Sitting here in Israel far far away from Australia I often think about this. I think about the way that the 'status' of some of my relationships with friends and family too changes and is changing.
There are friends that I have had for years and I might not be in contact with them, but when I see them we fall into a groove and it's ok that we haven't written to each other every week.
There are others that I expected to be in better contact with, and I am disappointed with them that we are not, despite my efforts. Perhaps there is this occurrence in reverse and I am not aware.
of course, there are people who I write to regularly, irregularly and almost daily...the motivation, the necessity and the pattern...interests me.
How do you decide who to stay in touch this even an active decision. Who do I still talk to? Who do I classify as important? Is there a sub-conscious classifcation system?
The management of friends due to facebook/skype has revolutionised the staying in contact procedure...I don't remember birthdays...facebook does this for me according to some logarithm I see certain people's photos...and others I don't. Some people may have de-friended me and I am unaware...

Why all the musings??
I guess because when I moved I didn't realise that I was signing up for all these changes...What did I expect then? I don't know...I guess I didn't want things to change...
On the one hand I have met so many people, and I have great friends...on the other hand...there's a lot of people who I am sad that our lives no longer cross...that I don't know what they are doing on a daily basis....and despite technology...nothing can compensate from sitting across the table from them and a cup of coffee on a lazy Sunday morning...because when you do this, you build an experience with them and a memory...what I am upset about is the fact that a person who was once in my longer features day to day, I feel perhaps I am losing the opportunities for making memories...with people who I value...

I am happy that I am here and experiencing all these different experiences...I guess what I am saying don't always realise when you go away or when you leave that perhaps you might miss someone...or exists a is not filled with others, it may be reduced but it just is.

It's ok, it's normal, it hurts a bit, but I guess that's how you know that you are human, that you care. Certain moments you may remember this...but most of the time you don't and you go about your everday activities until you see a random picture...until someone mentions something routine that reminds you of a private joke with someone else...and their memory rises from some dusty corner in your mind...which gives meaning to an otherwise uneventful day...

and I smile when I think of you and I wonder if you do the same.