it’s summer. hot. boy it’s hot.
time to be together. ‘vacances’; not high-end.
mid-end, mid-east, mid-life, vacances . the whole family bar one. and friends. 6 adults and 10 kids. a few quiet days. and cool if possible.
air condition and shade.
together. north. zimmer.
its morning. i wake up last.
breakfast is wonderful. omelet. salad. fresh bread and jam.
the pressure is building up; make sure the salad juices do not touch the omelet.
am i still not grown-up? by now i better realize there are some things i got to have a certain way:
coffee. fresh coffee. my day has not started with out a cup of good coffee.
most of the kids are ready for the pool. in swimsuits.
mothers are starting the ritual of sun tan lotion. sentences are shorter. patience is smaller. a kid is crying.
the pressure is building up; ‘נו כבר’ to the pool
we made it to the pool
noise. i do not like israeli public spaces full of noise. but the noise here is good noise.
everyone stuffed together. trying to draw imaginary territories. where to lay down the towels?
is there room for the ‘מחצלת’ ? (what is the word for them in english? much more than ‘mat’. i think there is a reason why they are so popular here these days. they grab a lot of land. real quickly and clearly, and the family and all strangers know that the territory is marked. even if the kids in the mat-next-grass will step over the edge of our own mat. they are educated and know not to step on their own mat. they are considerate and step on our own mat in a de-militarized zone; the ceremonial 20 cm close to the edge)
we israelis are good at it. making rooms for mats.
a country with no borders. a country with no limits. looking for markers, looking for territory to call our own. with no challenges.
the lady who took my chair is claiming i did not use it. ‘שלך מהבית?’,
i give up. unhappy about the lost chair, but happy she is not able to piss me off
it is time for fun.
and we are having fun
water. jumping. no-jumping. megaphone.
the lifeguard proves his authority; important in a country with no limits
sun. sun. sun. water.
in the water. out of water.
the pressure is building up; i need to urinate.
in the pool? no-way. i would rather do it מהמקפצה . and even i try to be more proper than that.
it it time to march to the public toilet. we have come a long way in the last few decades with public toilets. you would not consider using them in the past. but today, i am not afraid. about 10m away from the toilets it is noticeable. not the smell, that comes later, but the mud on the tiles. i am barefoot. damn. should have brought the flippers. what’s next? how to proceed? a real dilemma. i am able to make it within 2 meters from the toilet on my toes. but i give up.
i find a tree and water it. saving our dry country some water. hey, and making it more green.
still our ‘public space’ is not social. not minded to ‘together’. not enough respect for the other. not enough respect for the ‘next’. i am afraid that includes me.
sun-tan lotion.boy it’s hot.
some water polo with the kids.
kids climbing all over me.
laughter, fighting for the ball.
even the little ones get to score goals.
and more laughter.
people giggle and smile like they have not for a long time.
its night time.
little kids are a sleep. the teenagers are out at night. it is time to teach them poker
it is fun to teach and see how quickly they learn. smart
a few turns to try it out and then its time for the chips, the bluffs, the strategy
each kids displays in a different way a side of their personality that was not evident previously
their eyes move in different directions. a hidden smile. a stern attempt at poker face.
in a few years they will all be soldiers.
serving with others for others.