08/15/2006 - two days of cease fire - realistic version

Two days into the cease fire. Some good friends of mine were sent home for a vacation after three weeks of reserve duty and considerable time of fighting in Lebanon. They are now sleeping in their beds, hugging loved ones. Tomorrow one will wake up for a long work day raising parrots for export. The second friend, will go on planting olive trees from the point he stopped. New plants, growing, agriculture, commerce, work and creativity is the only answer to war. We will go on creating life.
Syrian leader Assad openly declares he supported and will go on supporting Hezbollah. He also sends a message to the people of Israel. If this generation will not be able to destroy Israel, the next one will. He says we will be defeated.
Hezbollah leader states that the UN cease fire resolution does not bind his organization, and that they will go on fighting us for ever.
Iranian president speaking on a daily basis for the destruction of Israel, describing the Holocaust as a myth, threatens with long distance missiles on Tel Aviv.
What a lovely summer day. I believe the ending of the war can create an opportunity for peace. I am also thinking we do not have any partner to make peace with. There are strong forces working for war and against people here and around the world.
How long can we all live on killing of the poor, destroying creation, and hate?
I am sad. So sad.

08/14/2006 Dawn of a new day - optimistic scenario

In 10 hours or so, both sides will stop shooting. In 12 hours our kidnapped soldiers will be released and will war a small meal of freedom on route to the warm shower at home. In 24 hours the army of Lebanon will start moving forces to the south, shaking hands with IDF commanders leaving this land of horrors to its owners. International forces with shining uniforms and bright turquoise barrettes will join short ceremonies for people of both sides killed. In a week all our children will be back home, all reserve people will take the green uniforms, wear business suits, blue collars, or doctors coats and head for a first day of work. In two weeks an international summit with Israel and all Arab countries will be held in Paris. The war has created an opportunity for peace all will say. International powers will pressure local leaders for weeks of deliberation, economic incentives, night long talks. In three months the Palestinian parliament will declare the establishment of the democratic republic of Palestine. A country wishing peace and fertile relationship's with all neighbor's. In the same time large international UN forces will move from house to house collecting all firearms not owned by legitimate forces. Israel withdraws from 94% of the occupied territories, while Egypt gives territories from the Sinai desert, and Jordan from the eastern side of the dead sea as a present for the new country. 20 Billion dollars are donated by the G8 for industrial zones, high tech development areas, and trade centers on the border between both countries. Operating with no taxes hotels and Casinos will be built. The Gaza-Ashkelon university of peace will be established through a grant from the bill gates foundation, and both countries will be a part of a combined mutual monetary zone. Cheap labor will join with innovative ideas and create a booming economy of high and low tech.
In 20 years my son will invite all coworkers from his factory / all doctors from his clinic / all students from his class. Half will come directly from the Gaza stripe. In 30 years Jerusalem is one of the largest cities in the world. Stretching from Tel Aviv to Amman with the tourists fighting for hotel rooms months in advance.
Peace. Prosperity. Good will.
All started on the dawn of the 14th of august 2006. And Hezbollah? And El Qaida? All forgotten only marginally mentioned in history books.

08/12/2006

Another day of turmoil. Computer at work open on news, clicking and watching the list of morning alarms with relatively small amount of damage in life. One Missile hit a house, two others landed on the ground. Only a few casualties. Headache patient, low back pain patient. The UN is drafting a cease fire resolution, our forces prepare for a massive assault. Baby with otitis media. Amoxycillin Hezbollah refuses to accept cease fire draft, our leaders are not happy with it. Something must be right. I have noticed that in war unlike business there is no win win situation. Win lose or lose win usually means defeat destruction and horror in one side. Lose lose is the optimal outcome of war. It means both parties will have to think hard before the next round. House call. Blue blue skies, morning sun, whistling a war tune. Back to the office for some paperwork. More missiles on Haifa. Another building was hit. I forget the papers just sit and stare at the screen. The nurse / slave driver enters and drives me back to work. Tachycardia, chest pain, Minot injury, sick leave. Driving back home. News on the radio. I can't stop listening.
Back home, drop the bag. Going to pick up the children. The cabinet authorizes an expansion of the war. What? Cease fire? More war? What? Confusion. I was drafted so I am looking for a replacement. Not easy. Afternoon, Shabat enters we light candles wishing for an end. Dinner in the dining room. The kibbutz is packet with refugees from up north. Talking to friends. Again news on TV confusion. I cannot study, read, love. Life as a know it stopped a month ago.
Good night.

08/09/2006

Tonight is the 15th of Av. The 10th month in the Jewish calendar. Since we operate on a moon based calendar system the 15th of every month is the night of full moon. This night is the traditional love night (or day) our valentine's. During ancient times young men and women went out to the vineyards and orchids with white clothes. Things would happen under the silvery light of the full moon. Last night we set out to an ancient town located in the middle of the desert. We go there a few times a year for an evening picnic. The moon was almost full, so many stars. The city deserted more than 1000 years ago was preserved so beautiful since it was forgotten in the desert sands. No one came to take the stones of the buildings apart for newer buildings, everything was still for so many years. Some of the houses still stand and it is apparent that houses had two floors and a rooftop terrace overlooking the desert around. Agricultural remnants shows a large population supported by this arid land. Wine making factories were found and this finding was the incentive for current trials to grow grapes in the Negev. Grapes grow well here. Now a few farms grow good quality grapes and wine is again produced in the desert. Three Byzantine churches are the biggest structures in the city. We sat in the courtyard of the northern church. The moon rose bright, local wine was pouring. We celebrated a few moments of sanity in this insane period. We celebrated our love night. Suddenly artillery training in the region started blasting from somewhere in the darkness. The noises are so strong and the land rocks under the feet. My eldest asked whether this is the Hezbollah shooting at us? I told her it is our military. She asked why are they shooting here? And my smaller boy replied that here we have Qasams from Gaza, and the Hamas are the local Bad guys in the south. She agreed. Blasting went on and on... We packed and left. On the way back to the car we looked at the skies looking for the northern star. Suddenly we noticed a group of stars moving in the skies. My daughter said "falling stars" and wanted to make a wish. I noticed these are Aircrafts going up north to wreck havoc in Lebanon.
I hope next 15th of AV will be more romantic, I hope to be alive. I was called to reserve duty.
I hope I will be able to update this blog. I hope this war will end soon. I am afraid.

08/02/2006

Yesterday I drove up north. It is a short drive from where life gos on, to where life was abruptly stopped so many days ago.
I drove through the highway stuck behind a long convoy of military trucks slowly advancing to the battlefields. I felt sick. Then two f-16 planes cruised low above me probably on route also. I felt I am driving through a scene from a movie. Traffic slowly disappeared as I drove, leaving beautiful roads empty and frighteningly quite.
I went up north to visit the kibbutz I lived in during my military service with a group of friends practicing communal living. It seems funny now but this was a part of my service. Most of it was spent in the infantry, but parts of the service were spent with a group of 40 people gathered during the last year of high school. We were building a community, friendship. Love and bitter arguments were common. Every member of our group was "adopted" by an older member of the Kibbutz. My adopting mother passed away and I went up north.
It was moving to meet some of my old friends. One shared the small tent with me in the first days of basic training. I hated the army. I hated military service. It was so hard physically and mentally. It was dirty and I was tired and angry all the time. Giving me a gun was not smart back then but who said armies are smart? The kibbutz up north was like a dream during the bad days.
While driving back in the middle of the night I stopped at a gas station. A bus filled with Israeli Arabs from Nazareth stopped there too. The bus left with one of the passengers forgotten in the gas station bathroom. I picked him up and we drove together for two hours. His small child was sleeping in the bus that was driving to Eilat and from there further south to the Sinai desert. They were all refugees. Running away to a forced vacation down south. If you want to live these days you need to go south. Nazareth was hit by rockets last week and two children killed. Muslims. It is funny that missiles or "smart" bombs kill people from every religion. My passenger is a jeweler. He also fixes watches but said that since the war started he is not able to create or work. He had to get away. In Beer-Sheva we found the bus. hand shake.
On the last section of the drive I listened to the audiobook the Kite runner. Afghanistan. War. Words in Pharsic. Muslims, occupation, devestation.
The desert is so quite, and so many stars are shining. The 48 hours cease-fire ended when the moon rose over the mountains. I heard the sound of fighter jets and helicopters in the air. Going north to destroy.
While working today I heard that the "war record" was broken. The new war record - 250 rockets and missiles landed in Israel. Two landed in the Palestinian Authority . Again, smart bombs, stupid people shooting.