Noah's Diary- Seventh Week of Realization
The beginning of this weeks nightmare of travelling
from the Dead Sea to Modi'in was pleasant:
While walking (I rarely await potential cars standing, and it was
stormy and cold),
I savored the gorgeous views, which will accompany this page.
I could stay in town, since Yuval lives in the vicinity of the cave
and guards it.
The message to take time out - not from hard work - but from hard
conditions,
came in different forms:
the nightmare of my hitchhiking back, last Wednesday
the workshop on Shabbat, which meant I couldn't leave on Friday as
usual,
the meeting with the AUschwitz-BirkenAU participants today, Tusday,
and mainly -
the need to find and finalize the solution for a computer cave communication.
While I was still resisting the idea of breaking my vital routine:
3 nights and 2 days in town, 4 nights and 5 days at the Dead Sea,
it struck me, that this was the seventh week since November 29.
"A sabbatical!"
Yes! A sabbatical in the comfort of my city flat,
after six weeks of incessant work and BEING on Noah's Shore
should become the routine from now on.
For on Noah's Shore the seventh day of the week, the Shabbat,
will always be the peak of interaction and work with people!
When I jumped from my mattress in town this
Tuesday morning, the computer opened with this screen.
Except for the trees, it looks like Noah's Waterfall, or that's how
I imagine it during a strong rainfall.
Two dialogues:
Yesterday
Monday, 12:30, I call a number in the area of Natanya.
After I had tired my sons, son-in-love and even stepson
with endless e-mails and phonecalls concerning
the most efficient computer cave communication,
I finally surrendered to the need to search for myself
which meant to first learn all the terms in laptop specifications.
Going through all the known companies and their unattainable
prices
and after filling my 11 AM sound
appointment with pleading and yelling:
"YESH! There IS a laptop-internet
cave communication!"
I hit upon something and while watching the screen, dialed:
"I found this laptop on the Internet.
but what company is this!"
" It's an Israeli company!"
I swallowed, but didn't pursue this strange
info further.
"Are you really selling it for this price to individuals?"
"Certainly! What is it you need?"
"It seems to have a PCSMIA slot for Internet connection
and a larger battery capacity than usual."
Feeling, that this man was a good salesman,
i.e. interested in his customer's individual needs, I told
him:
"I'm doing a peace project at the Dead Sea
and am living in a cave which I've carved out under a rock.
I have a small solar system and need wireless communication."
"You are living in a cave?
I'm dying for caves. Ever since childhood I've..."
An avalanche of enthusiasm,
memories,
dreams,
the urge to open my website and "Noah's Vision"
right in front of me,
and only then he remembered what I had called him for.
"I know, what you need.
It's not the laptop you called me about.
I'll e-mail you a proposal."
In between discussing the inherent and potential features
first of one laptop, and later of a better one,
with the capacity of a battery that is supposed to last up
to 8 hours,
Amichai bombarded me with questions.
And he shared so much about himself,
that I rejoiced:
"There's a man, who
dares to give himself away!"
We talked about solar energy.
And it was then, that he came up with his dream:
"They haven't even invented an ecological storage
device yet."
"Yes, yes! That's were I would come in!
I have a very simple idea.
Maybe, others have that too. I can't be the only one.
But anyway it's not on the market!"
"You see? You could rightaway join the team of
scientists,
whom I want to devolop the technology
which will allow Man and Nature to integrate.
Do you want' to share your idea?"
"I'm very careful to share this idea with anyone!"
I saw, how seriously he had been pursuing his dream.
"Fine! Let's first reach the perfect solution
for cave communication,
as far as possible within the realm of the money given for
it ,
and then you'll come and visit."
"My visit has nothing to do with the deal, believe me!"
I believed him.
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The moon
on Noah's Spring
the night
before I left |
Yesterday
Monday, 9 PM, I call Yuval.
"Are you in the cave?"
Love and laughter.
"Certainly. I'm playing sheshbesh."
"What? Alone?"
"Boaz is here."
"Who is Boaz?"
"Someone who already fell in love with you!"
Laughter in the background.
"Oh! more laughter! I am happy,
but who is Boaz anyway?"
"He is a friend of mine.
He came all the way from Upper Galilee just to meet you.
But you, of course are not here,"
he fakes blaming.
"That's the idea, that I am not there. "
"Yes, I told Boaz about our theory."
"How did you phrase our theory, tell me too!"
"That people are coming here and staying here for a time
and remember their dreams.
Boaz is an expert in digging caves, mind you!"
I get even more excited:
"Is he really?
He could start rightaway with the water-caves."
"We have been exploring and planning this all day."
"Wonderful! Will he stay until Shabbat?"
"He will."
"I hope, those two hesitant physicists
whom I've been trying to motivate
to reinvent the method of gathering rainwater in the desert
will be there too."
How do I dare writing this here.
It might turn out to be a fata morgana and I'll feel ashamed.
So what!
Getting excited about possible steps
is part of proceeding towards the real steps.
Y E S H !
The desert rain water system is there!
"Did you water the sage plant?"
"I did, and it also has rained for an hour."
"What?? You are telling me this only now?"
"It wasn't a strong rain. No water running.
And I hope there won't be, once we leave here
to sleep in our tents down there."
"I hope so too!"
We say that though being aware
that we contradict our hope for water in the desert,
but in order to find out,
if all my work to divert the running water from my cave, succeeded,
I should definitely be there myself.
"Did you eat the bread in the wooden box or the apples
in the pot,
or at least give them some air now and then, so they won't rot?"
"But Ran and Na'ama were here until 2 days ago."
"Please give them air,
the nylon bags are necessary, but they make the food rot!"
"Alright", smiling, maybe, about my concern for small
things.
Finally we talked about Amichai's idea
to bring a cat against the mice.
"I think, a trap would do the job.
A cat would..."
"Yes, I think so too,
a cat would be an animal foreign to the desert."
And I let them return to their play in
the cave. |
This is the battery protector
- next to a hook, which attaches the bottom of the nylon curtain to
the water-container-rock in front of the cave.
Underneath I carved out a hole, to insert the battery into the earth
as deeply as possible, but I soon hit rock and couldn't
reach much depth..
Car batteries - in addition to all other flaws - hate heat, - so how
will my battery work in summer, if it's not deep in the earth?
(To be continued)
travelling from the Dead Sea
to Modi'in
YHWH - It IS HAPPENING
y e s h ! - i t
i s !
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