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Read more“I don’t act, I react”. Everyone has a special place in the heart. A sparklet. A guide star. Marcello learned to feel it. And to follow it. With this inner instrument, he could gauge: “Here…, like that…, that’s it… Harmony.” He was brilliant at finding the overall balance. And at identifying his unique action for that. Three Oscar nominations. The best European actor. The favorite actor of prominent film directors (first of all, Federico Fellini and Vittorio de Sica). The…..
Read moreThe delightful aroma of chocolate…. Just as it should be in a Paris apartment. “Salut!” Serge exclaimed opening the door for me with a theatrical gesture. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to treat you in the French style! It’ll take me a few more minutes in the kitchen. Here’s the company for you.” He hit a button on the console and disappeared behind the door. A voice, so familiar, from the past, spoke of something simple, but very precious. Right!…..
Read more“Some more cognac?” a pretty flight attendant in bright red by Aeroflot stood nearby; he nodded silently. Infinite freedom was what Anton saw through the porthole. Realized how tense he was. Reclined his seat. Took off the sneakers. Took a sip from the glass. “Be always at your best,” the thought came to his mind. Thought of his mom for some reason. So, the meeting is tomorrow morning. I have to focus, look through the materials provided. My expert opinion…..
Read moreThe theater has a full house — the performance by the unique director! While the audience is taking their seats, I look around: the chairs are arranged in amphitheater rows. A huge screen. In the center — a very small stage. “As if the spectator matters most here,” I thought. The lights went out. There was a voice from the upper right corner. All have turned around, but the speaker was invisible. Just the voice, a very strange one —…..
Read more“There is a certain people scattered abroad and dispersed among the peoples.” Haman said that in his view, we will succeed in destroying the Jews because they are separated from one another; hence, our force against them will certainly prevail, as it causes separation between man and God. And the Creator will not help them anyway, since they are separated from Him. This is why Mordecai went to correct that flaw, as it is explained in the verse, “the Jews…..
Read moreSoft light. The lake covered with fog. And it seems that the wet air envelops you from head to toe. The contours are blurred. A swan is moving towards us. The sense of reality is lost. It takes us some time to realize that these are not the wings but the arms with curved elbows and drooping hands. Tiny steps with the feet, pas de bourrée… The flutter of wings. A strong, beautiful creature is fighting for life. In defiance…..
Read moreMajestic — such would we see Columbus in the last days of his life. Seville. A small house. A tidy white room. Severe gout prevents Columbus from getting out of bed for a long time now. He looks at his hands and doesn’t recognize them. Medicated poultices only help for a short while. But behind this unbearable pain, he feels… harmony. The rightness of everything that happened to him. The shackles hang in the corner. Yes! Shackles! His destiny played…..
Read more“Mom loves you….” “And I love you too, mommy….” Tosia came to my office from a distant southern kibbutz. Had a jolty two-hour bus ride to the town. And she’s already an old woman… What brought her here? She seemed to burst into tears right away, but instead, she got her hand into the backpack and pulled out a few plastic bags. In one of them — a slice of pita bread and a can of water. In the other,…..
Read moreIn the morning, there is a ring at the door. A bouquet and a box are handed over to me. “H’m,” not quite awake yet I begin to reflect. “My birthday has already passed, the New Year won’t be any time soon, and I don’t seem to have any secret admirers. It must be a mistake.” Carefully, I take the card out of the bouquet: “From Marek and Esther Kelson”. Oh! My darlings! I love them. Marek is a professor…..
Read more“Misfortunes never come singly”, I made a not quite apropos comment when my father was diagnosed with cancer. In this phrase, resignation, hopelessness is felt. But this time, we have decided otherwise. We fly to Israel; medicine is up to standard there. We will do an examination once again and will act depending on the circumstances. And the father’s brother flies in too, from another country. Nowadays, politics are so tangled that we have not seen each other for a…..
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