Saturday afternoon was spent pleasently with family.
All the cute kids were there, including the one and only Meitar, my niece.
Such a peaceful afternoon.
Such crimson sunset.
Such bad news: Israeli troops have invaded the Gaza strip.
I left my parents' home and joined the Tel-Aviv protest, we were at least 8000 people, about 20% of us were Palestinian-Israelis. We marched and chanted while pro-war protesters swore at us.
A week ago there were 30 of us.
I met lovely people there, from young Renana, who would be adopted by any resistance movement as a poster child,
to ever kind, ever-fiesty Ari and Shelly,
I found my way out past the hostile groups, aided by the police, and went to Osnat's evening in Florentine. It was obvious that the new situation would affect the event, one put together with enormous love and without any wish for reward. Poet Aaron Shabtai came and then left, saying he can't perform at such a time. His daughter Nano remained to kick off the most truely Avant-Garde cultural evening tel-Aviv has ever seen. Accompanied by Billie Levi on Guitar, she created Israel's first spoken word moment.
Merhav Yeshoron worked with an entire jazz outfit.
Chicky teamed with DJ Schoolmaster. His poetry touched openly on the war and the bizzare, painful place in which we live and create, as did Itka's.
She wasn't the only one clapping. This day ended well for us, just as it began well. We will take that goodness and try to radiate it out, to make as much of a difference as possible.