Coronavirus Diaries

Despite my biography, I have never considered myself to be a victim of my life circumstances or a victim of the social systems that have impacted me one way or another.

“Have you ever thought about why none of the science fiction books have toilet paper?,” my neighbor asked me.

Even in normal times, in the runup to a flight to Israel, I feel bifurcated between the two countries, not really present in either.

The time difference between NY and Israel is much greater than 7 hours, it is the difference between who I was and who I am today.

The world is more familiar and the nightmares have become less frequent, but the borders that separate reality and dreams are still very much blurred.

Precisely because I live in a small country, my desire to dress up has always been very high. 

For the past 40 years I have developed clear inner strength, which is the mental ability to withstand difficult situations in life without having to suffer continued damage. 

This week D. asked me why I find it so easy to write on things that are foreign to me, but have a hard time writing on things that are dear to me and so familiar.

Now that the fear has receded a bit, the two months that have passed have reminded us of Zvi’s nice parts, and now we all envy him for being a superhero with antibodies.

Year after year, I go there, and always meet people who read, who are also quite the characters. Jerusalem is full of such people.