Monday, 16 June 2014

my daughter's thoughts


A conversation with my oldest daughter (going to be 7 in one week):

Bed-time. Neomi is lying in bed. I am doing the dishes. Suddenly she is calling me.

"Ima, I don't want to go to the army."
"Well, Neomi- there are still many years before you will have to go to the Army."
(In Israel men and women have to join the Army at the age of 18. Men for 3 years, women for 2 years)
"But I don't want to go." (she's clearly disturbed by this thought)
"Why don't you want to go?"
"Just…."
"Well, that's not a reason. You need a good reason in order NOT to join to the army."
She's quiet for a while. "I don't want to be shot at."
"That's a very good reason. I don't want to be shot at either. I also don't want to shoot at someone. But you know that there are also other jobs in the army. You can work in an office for example."
"And this is a safe place?"
"Yes, pretty much."
(Is there a safe place in a war? But no need to scare her more…)
She's quiet for a while and I continue my work.
Then she sais:
"Ima, I wish we could live in peace with everyone."
"Oh, my dear, I wish that too."
"I will dream now that we will live in peace with everyone."
"That's a great dream!"


Oh my sweet little girl. Why do we even need to have discussions like this? I know she will probably join the army anyway because that's just what you do here and all her friends will do so too. It is a place that is bonding the society together. But I wish there would be no need for armies. This is maybe naïve, I know, but I can still dream.

Sunday, 15 June 2014

harvest


The Shavuot holiday passed, also Yotam's 2nd birthday and the long summer is ahead.
In the Kibbutzim Shavuot is mainly celebrated as a harvest holiday. It's the time when the grains are harvested. We went with the kids to take a look in the fields near the Kibbutz how the combine harvester worked. At one point the driver stopped the harvester and my husband and the kids could join him for a round- which was of course very exciting for them.

Neomi and Helen searched among the straw for still intact wheat. At home they separated the grains and tried to make flour with mortar and pestle. It was no big success though. We would need a grinding stone or mill.


We also went to a sunflower field. A tractor pulled by accident a fence with him and fell some sunflowers before they were ready for harvest. The kids picked out the still soft seeds and ate them. We got permission to take two big sunflowers home and we kept on snacking the seeds straight from the flower.