Voting!

Municipal elections are held every five years, so this is our first election season experience here.  Local election day has recently been declared a national holiday (national elections have been days off for a while) with schools and businesses closed, and those that are open (i.e. malls, as this seems poised to be a huge shopping day) having to pay their workers double their regular salary.  Everyone else gets a paid day off. I'm interested to see what voter turnout is like here!

Today we voted for Mayor and City Council.  Since we're not horribly displeased with Mr. 2-Term Incumbent, we're in a win-win situation (although I do think things will be improved if Ms. Challenger wins).

Voting here, in "Start Up Nation" is surprisingly low-tech.  In fact, I couldn't believe that nothing seems to have substantially changed since the voting scene in the 1960s classic movie Salach Shabati, where he enters the voting booth and does a "some of these-some of those", stuffing his envelope with tons of ballots for all the parties that tried their hardest with promises of favors and outright bribes to get his vote (not that anyone tried to bribe us, but a STUNNING amount of improvements to the city have come about in the last few months, leading to a frequent comment of "Wouldn't it be great if it was always election season?!").

We voted at one of the local kindergartens and checked in with our teudat zehut national identity card.  I didn't quite understand the "intake" process, as one person checked our card against her roster and then announced our number out loud and SEVEN other people working the polls checked us off of their lists.  I have no idea what it meant, as she was the only person checking people in and there was only one voting booth....).  We were given one envelope for each race being held and then entered a voting booth, which was a child-height table with a cardboard enclosure, like from a science fair.  In the booth there was a selection of paper ballots representing each group running for City Council (one does not vote for individuals for City Council, rather for a particular political party who has put your supported candidate(s) on its slate.  In our case, a slight dilemma as a woman from our neighborhood [who hosted us our first Shabbos here] was running on one party, and someone we're friendly with from ulpan was running on another party.  Both parties supported our choice for Mayor.  What to do, what to do....).  Ballots are little paper rectangles with one or two big letters standing for the Party's name and the full name written beneath.

 

We learned that it's very important when voting to check that no hanky panky has been done to your ballot, because if the ballot you choose
is bent
or wrinkled
or has anything written on the front or back (even a scribble)
or you put more than two in a ballot envelope
......your vote is invalidated.

I did experience a brief moment of panic when staring at the TON of ballots for the different parties running for City Council.  As there was only one voting booth, I wanted to make sure I didn't hold up the line...There were about 16 different parties running, and I could see how hard it would be for someone with little Hebrew (although I'm not sure it justifies the "tip" below, which was sent out in an innocuous-looking pamphlet called, "Your Guide to Easy Voting" [which perhaps should have been more aptly-called "Your Guide to Easy Voting for Our Party and No Other"]:

After exiting the booth, we deposited our envelope in a big cardboard box (just like in the US, but way more low-tech), took our Identity Cards back and woohoo--we had our first experience participating in Israeli democracy!

The World Needs More People Like This!

Our city is built on a big....height.  It's taller than a hill and smaller than a mountain.  I'm not sure what the word in English is (if there even is one!), but the word in Hebrew is rama.  There's a lot of "uphill" in walking around here (and remember that cars aren't anywhere near as common in Israel; for example, while I know many people with 0 or 1 car, I know *no one* who has two cars).

Arial photo (cropped by me) by Seth Aronstam (thank you!).  More daunting at street-level!

One of the main roads in town is a straight shot up.  It's one of the few roads that you can see the top of when you're at the bottom, and it can be a bit daunting, especially when it's a hot day (which it is most of the year.  It's mid-October and I haven't put on so much as a light sweater yet).  So it was a delight to discover that there's a family of absolute tadikim who have made part of the entrance to their home into a water station:

There's a water fountain with cups, a sign with the blessing to say before drinking water, and a sign asking that every blessing should help bring healing to a person special to them.  The sign on the left says, "Know this, dear one: the Creator of the World loves you very much".  During the hottest part of the summer, they put a few chairs out as well.

The world needs more people like this!

Sukkot #4!

Is every post this year going to start with, "I can't believe this is our 4th (fill in the blank)"?  Umm, maybe!  So not much to say about the holiday of Sukkot that I didn't already say in past years, but here are a few photos:

the largest etrog I have ever seen (by FAR).  Usually they are about the size of a lemon.  We didn't buy it ("Can you imagine the hand cramp you'd get holding that thing?!" was Shalom Shachne's thought)

just about ready to go in our eating sukkah

and in the sleeping sukkah off the master bedroom

Chag sameach!  

Year Three(!) Wrap-Up

We just noted our three year aliyah-versary!!!  Wow--we're really doing this!

This year has had some highlights that I didn't blog about at the time, among them:

--Last year, I ran the local 5k race alone.  It was a really great experience for me and after hearing me wax rhapsodic about it, Penina took up jogging this year, and we ran the 5k together.  It was one of the best mother-daughter bonding things I think I've ever done with her and we're hoping that others in the family will join us next year (and I came in 6th place in my age group)!

--In a very different sort of highlight: On erev Pesach, a 7 year-old boy with severe autism went missing while shopping with his mother in the mercaz.  Just hours before Passover, the holiday that requires the MOST intense preparations of any of them, a giant search party was formed with hundreds of volunteers fanning out to search every nook and cranny of the city.  The search was complicated by the fact the boy is totally non-verbal and does not even respond to his own name, and also that the family wasn't from here, so it's not like he might know the people searching for him (although not sure that would have helped him, anyway). 

Chana, Penina and Ilana joined the search party (I kept on working in the kitchen so we would have food for the holiday).  Their job was to go up and down the street near our house that leads out of town and see if they saw him, or anything unusual in the fields and hills that line the road (we live at the very end of the city). 

b''H, shortly before the holiday began, the boy was found by members of the local volunteer EMT service which has an off-road vehicle for just such situations.  He had walked over a mile from the mercaz and gone out of town (likely walking right through our neighborhood, in fact) and ended up in the middle of a construction site and was stuck in mud up to his chest. 

While it certainly would have been nicer had the whole thing not happened, it was beautiful to see the people of our city coming to help someone in need, even at a time that certainly could not have been convenient for most of them....

--Ilana's bat mitzvah in Israel was also a year highlight.  At her school, the rule is that all the girls celebrate their bat mitzvah in the classroom.  I loved it.  We made tons of gluten-free cookies, Penina made a gorgeous cake, and we had fruit platters and chocolate fountains.  Ilana spoke for 20 minutes (in Hebrew) about the blessings for various foods and the girls did a project making a card with the blessings before- and after- each type of food.  We showed a slideshow of her life and then the girls danced to the set list of songs Ilana had put together.  It was fun, sweet and totally reasonable :).  I loved that no bat mitzvah could be "over the top" because how over the top can you be in a 6th grade classroom?!

The class picking Ilana up on a chair 

 and with their completed projects

--I'm not sure if this is a "highlight" or a "lowlight", but it amuses me that "new olim" moments, while (thankfully) less frequent, have still not ended.  For example, at Ilana's school, ordering school books for the next year can only be done through a company that uses a computerized system that is  in Hebrew.  I was delighted to see that I was able to order the books much easier this year than last year, until I got totally stumped trying to order the last item on the book list that the school had given out.  It didn't seem to exist on the system (and the system, of course, is totally automated and there is no way to speak with a human being).  Finally, I asked on the class mom's Whatsapp group only to find out.....that the "book" I was trying to order was not a book at all, but a required fee for using the system :) .

Or the time when, after Ilana's horseback riding lesson, we were all so hot (not that I'm comparing standing in the sun *watching* a lesson to actually riding the horse, but, hey, Chana, Penina and I were hot too!).  We were so hot that we decided to stop at a nearby supermarket and buy some popsicles.  While there, we noticed they had Italian ices and decided that, yum, they would be even frostier!  The cashier gave us rather an odd look when we check out with our lone product and asked if she could give us some spoons, but we didn't think too much about it....

When we got in the car, Chana tried it and said, "Blech!  This is terrible!  It tastes like really strong orange juice".  Penina tried it and agreed it was terrible.  And then they read the ingredients and found out that they were eating.....orange juice concentrate, straight up.  (In our defense, look at that picture--doesn't that look like orange Italian ice?!)

Tisha b'Av

Today is Tisha b'Av, a day of mourning for the destruction of the holy Temples.  We fast.  We don't greet each other.  We read about "sackcloth and mourning".  We don't even wash our hands beyond the absolute minimum.  The weather today is overcast and gray, which even for 6 a.m. is rare here in the summer.

Today is also the memorial service for my sister-in-law Deborah, who died only six months after being diagnosed with a rare type of cancer.  How fitting to have nationwide mourning on a day that is so sad for us personally.  I received an article by email, something about "How to be Sad on Tisha b'Av When Everything is Good" and I thought, "well, we won't need to worry this year about not shedding enough tears on Tisha b'Av....."

I learned a lot from Deborah, especially about parenting, since her "Joshie" (sorry, Josh) was born a few years before we became parents.  Close enough that we saw it on the horizon, but far enough away that we were still totally clueless. 

I was in college when Josh was a toddler.  Once, when we were all staying over at Barbara and Irwin's, Josh was upset that he had only one bagel and wanted two.  Deborah took the piece of bagel, sliced it horizontally and said, "there!  Now you have two!".  Placated child. Jean Piaget's Conservation of Matter in action. I was in awe.

After Irwin died, the kids, spouses and grandchildren piled into the house for the shiva week, which was the sweetest thing during a really rotten time.  "The boys" were going to shul in the mornings to say kaddish (I went too) and Josh came with us one day.  We told him we'd take him the next day, but shul started very early and he was sleeping peacefully, and, as a group, we decided the best thing was to let him sleep.  I did mention we were clueless, didn't I?  We returned home to a hysterical child.  I have a crystal clear memory of Deborah holding him and looking up at us and in a totally fierce "Mama Bear" voice saying, "You NEVER lie to a child.  NEVER".

Fast forward many years to the day of Deborah's very happy second marriage.  I was so glad that we were there to celebrate together.  Family ties meant a lot to Deborah.  So much so that at Penina's bat mitzvah Deborah stood up and gave a beautiful speech about how the family is spread out and we may not see each other much, "but we all know that if we need anyone, all we have to do is call and each member of this family will be there".

I saw Deborah last summer in Los Angeles.  She and Jeff (of course, the two of them) were planning a family reunion for summer 2019.  It hasn't even been a year.  I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that she is gone....

May the memory of Devorah Chana be a blessing for her husband, her children, her mother, her sister and all of us.

Euro-whata?

Yesterday was Yom Yerushalayim, celebrating 51 years since the recapture of the Old City from the hands of the Jordanians.  This is a monumental event in Jewish history, as for over 2000 years before this we were unable to visit or pray at the site of our holy Temple.  Truly a miracle.  We watched videos of the soldiers lobbing hand grenades to enter the Old City, going through the gates that we now happily traipse through like we're going into Jewish Disney World.....Truly a miracle.

Today the US Embassy will be moved to Jerusalem.  Doesn't count as a miracle in my book, but certainly nice to see recognition of the fact that Jerusalem is Israel's capital.  If you'd like some helpful "talking points" about this subject, see this post by America Jewish Congress president David Harris.  It's good.

Things are hot on the Gaza border and up North.  In a few days our Arab cousins will be in mourning for Naqba day, the English date of establishment of the state of Israel (Israel celebrates on the Hebrew date, hence the lack of overlap).  And a few days after that Ramadan starts, which may also lead to an increase in hostilities (or may not.  I'm hoping people are too hungry from fasting from sunup to sundown to cause trouble).  So it's an intense time here.....

But I, who have, for almost three years, steered pretty steadily away from politics, am not writing today to discuss any of that in-depth.  I'm here to talk with you about Eurovision, which I'm guessing that many of you have never heard of.  Eurovision is a singing competition with over 60 countries competing this year.  Why countries like Australia and Israel compete in something with "Euro" in the title is something I can't explain to you or myself, but that's how it is, folks.  Israel won in 1978 and 1979 (our teacher played one of the songs in ulpan and I started humming along.  Had definitely heard that catchy "Hallelukah" tune when I was a kid) and then not until 1998.  And then Saturday night, when a zaftig 25 year-old woman who is clearly SO comfortable in her own skin sang a feminist theme of "I'm not your toy" while making chicken-flapping motions and moving her uber-elastic face in ways that are definitely unusual for pop singers. 

 Is this a big deal?  I'd say that depends.  It wasn't even mentioned on the religious radio station I listen to.  Penina, however, woke up to 630 Whatsapp messages on her class group.  And the secular newspaper noted that half the country was exhausted at work yesterday from staying up until 2 a.m. for the final results.  This IS a big deal for Israel because the winning country gets to host the competition the next year, and I'm convinced the best way for Israel to have better PR is to have people come visit this incredible country.

Netta's favorite expression is "Kapara Alayich" which in current Israeli slang means "you're a sweetheart" or "We love you".  Frankly, I don't get it, as kapara means "atonement" and my association with the word is about chickens swung over heads before Yom Kippur  .  Maybe that's why Netta put the chicken flapping motions in?  I don't know....So when Netanyahu sent a tweet to/about Netta before the competition, he used this phrase.  Those who get his tweets auto-translated to English read "Netta, you're a cow" (for those who know Hebrew, get it?  k'parah).  Oopsie.  And this one was sent out after she won (clearly no one on his staff gets these things in the translated version):

Double oopsie, but way to go, Netta!

Yom HaZikaron

We are at the end of Yom HaZikaron, Memorial Day.  The sirens last night and this morning, already wrenching, felt like they were at a whole new level--our little town is mourning the death of one of its own, a 20 year-old soldier who was killed in a tank accident last Shabbat. 

I know the Jewish world as a whole is small and I know where I live is also small, but I am really seeing it up close as it seems like truly everyone here has a personal connection to this family.  In our case, Penina is a classmate of one of his younger sisters.  This morning she made her first shiva call without a parent with her....

Hearing the sirens and thinking of this family in the midst of sitting shiva for their son, grandson, brother.....There are no words. 

May the memory of Eliyahu ben Roni be for a blessing and may his family be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.