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A DESERT PEACE PROCESS - 2002
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2003_01_29
On the brink of war we brought our Desert Peace Process to
a livable closure.
Pain and rage are not yet healed.
Coping face to face is still not possible.
"We are still not real with each other,"
said Avi,
"when we meet, we talk about this and that and
run away, each in his own direction."
But the partners have parted in peace, separated in self-esteem.
"I don't need the Succah any longer to define my
identity," said Gadi,
And this clean-cut, agreed-upon separation may open a path to a different
partnership.
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A month ago I took Tomer and Alon down to the Succah for 2 days and
2 nights. This bad photo, Gadi, the professional photographer, made with his
first digital camera. |
When I felt, that the time of completion drew close,
and my son came from the US to be with his kids ,
and I was almost free of my foster grandma labor,
I traveled south to the Succah, hitchhiking as usual.
and was granted relevant experiences
on my way.
It was dark, when I arrived at Mitzpe-Ramon.
I first went to see Gadi and Efrat and realized,
that there was still more pain and anger against Avi,
than my wishful thinking had wanted to believe.
I listened with compassion and didn't even object,
when they used the word "remayah", "deception",
for what Avi had done to them.
Wasn't it truly the
story of Jacob who had deceived his brother Esau?
And that document: "Lekh Lekhâ" , which we were about to sign,
and in which Gadi had expressed his agreement to part from the Succah,
wasn't it just a bitter renunciation on Gadi's part?
And Avi!
Hadn't I felt, that he too had regressed into his former resentment
and wasn't exactly going out of his way to help Gadi heal his wounds?
Was it too early? Was I deceiving myself now?
Gadi drove me to the Succah . It was pitch dark.
I knew that Avi was with his old mother in hospital
and would not come back until the next evening.
I spent some hours with some guests and the team
and told them, that I would be in silence and solitude,
preparing for the completion of our "peace process".
I chose the beautifully rebuilt succah called "Isaac",
because it is closest to the "Hill of the Angels' Flight"
and also closest to what I call "Mount Lekh Lekhâ".
The kerosine lamp led me through the starry night.
Solar light and gas-flame rendered an intimacy,
with which no hotel luxury could compete.
Were it not for that fear of deluding myself,
I would have been happy.

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The racing clouds the next morning gave hope for rain.
But the storm calmed down and my heart darkened. A walk to the northern side of the desert road to Egypt, which is "Firing Zone" and therefore not accessed by "usual" folks brought no relief to my soul, but mysterious tiredness to my body. I wanted to visit the ruins of the Nabataean town of what may have been our region in that incarnation, and further north the large cave high up in a hill, which I call "Elia's Cave", in order to remember both my hellish and my heavenly experiences there. Instead I lay down several times on the desert earth, tired and depressed, and only some tiny first spring flowers, so lonely in the brownish vastness, moved my stony heart. I returned, crawling back to "Isaac" and did what Elia was told to do: I slept, woke up and slept. |
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Darkness fell.
After seven, Avi came, with a package of warm food
I saw, he wasn't too keen to talk and didn't understand,
why I had doubts concerning the maturity of our case.
I had to open him up, to me and to Gadi and to himself.
I dared to use the word "remayah" and faced his shock.
The way he justified himself, won me over again.
I felt even less prepared.
Another night in "Isaac" restored my physical strength.
I rose early.
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I decided to walk to the highest ridge of the crater,
Drawing clarity from the clear desert Ascending the ridge and descending to the path back, |
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At the appointed time I encountered Avi, Efrat and Gadi .
I begged them to gather in their ugly "Tent of Appointment",
which was constructed in the beginning of the partnership,
and - in its dissonance with the composition of the Succah-
symbolizes the denied and open war between the partners.
"It might be a "corrective experience"
of our 1999 meeting,
and a symbol that this structure will not be used any more."
We sat face to face in a square, - easened up a bit
by little Yuval, Gadi's and Efrat's youngest son (6).
The wind whipped through the torn fabric door flap.
The batteries of my camera were empty,
and the spare ones were not to be found.
No momentary, illusory, freezing photo
would override the turmoil of emotions.
And this is how I addressed them,
with a stern voice and a sad face,
void of desire to cover up the gap.
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"I do not aspire any longer to heal your
pain. "What you, Avi, did,
was clearly in the interest of the Succah: Is Avi exceptional among
humans? "On January 1, I urged
you to not fax your document to Avi, "Some days later he
met you at the supermarket. "'I should have gone
after him up to the cash counter, |
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"You justified yourself
saying: 'I needed time.' "And now remember, how
in 2001 you said to Avi: "You, Gadi, at least
got tools from me to cope. "That was a big fear,
but what about the small fears?
"And now to all of you
the centerpiece of fear: "You, Gadi, said, you
didn't mind me being a guest, "There you have fear
in its full monstrosity: "You were terrified
of your partners, "There you see, fear
on all parts.
"And for you to see,
that I don't see myself above you,
I then gave each a scrap of paper with two of my songs. |
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"I do not know,
how to heal your fear, Avi, Gadi, Efrat. I then gave each a scrap of paper with two of my
songs.
I felt, they had listened intently and understood
deeply. |
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Three of Avi's stories may exemplify this: ONE: The ordeal of achieving legalization has ended
lately. TWO: Last Sunday the Succah was closed down. THREE: Among all the touristic enterprises here, We signed the agreement, wholeheartedly, I think.
Efrat said: "A stone fell
from my heart." |
![]() In his "Lekh-Lekha",
as Gadi too calls his parting from the Succah, He added one of the best photos he ever made
in the Succah: |
Since Avi had already decided to re-convert "Nebo" into Nebo,
no maintenance was done and the inside was an ugly mess.
"I wished I hadn't entered", said Gadi.
"But seeing it in this mess makes it easier to
let go, no?"
He didn't agree.
But when I called him,
after I had travelled home by bus and voted
(election day!)
he had spent hours in scraping off his landrover
logo and phonenumber of Succah in the Desert,
I felt he was relaxed, whole and self-confident.
One more chapter has still to be thought through:
Not only Gadi and Efrat had to let go of the Succah.
I too have to let go - not of the Succah - as I did long ago,
but of what I had always believed to be the Succah's function.
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"I, I trust in you
In your hands I commit my spirit You set my feet into open space My times are in your hand" [Psalm 31, composition of verses 16.6.9.17.20.21; adapted to an English tune: "awake, awake"] |
"How great is your goodness |
On the second day of the War: 2003_03_21; last update:
2003_04_17
The exterior sign for the completion of our peace process
- the return of Gadi, Efrat and their kids to being guests over night in the
Succah -
was planned for the Eve of Purim, the 17th of March 2003.
What coincidence, that this was also the date of the original ultimatum to
Iraq.
Early in the morning I set out with T to be present for the festive dinner
at night.
But having to go through Beersheva anyway,
we made a detour of more than 2 hours by bus to and fro to my SaltSeaSprings.
This allowed me to take T there, as I had wanted to for a long time.
To take him my usual route, through Jerusalem, his mother never allowed.
When Avi asked me at night:
"How was it at the lowest point of the Earth?"
I blurted: "Everything has collapsed",
meaning only, that the strip of shore, that in November stretched about 10
m,
has collapsed and left only a strip of 4 m, so that I had to build a new access
down to the sea.
But Avi understood it as a symbol of the World's collapse...
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There was nothing spectacular When I felt "Do you remember this cat?" |
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The next day, after breakfast, we even parted fast,
because T and I had the chance to join a family,
which has booked for a 4 hour jeep ride in the Ramon-Crater,
a chance I never had, while working in the Succah so hard.
The ride was fabulous, despite the fierce and ugly sandstorm.
T had a chance to act as "standupist" and caused incessant laughter,
while I imbued myself once more with the energy of my desert.
While T stayed in Mitzpe for the Purim festival,
I decided to expose myself to the stormy side of the desert:
I walked up the Zin wadi to once more view its beginnings.
I wasn't dressed properly and the cold wind froze my body,
I stemmed my chest with all my might against the storm,
I had to blink strongly with my eyes to get the sand out,
and sometimes my head was whipped by huge raindrops.
But I did it! I really did it!
I finally stood on the watershed between Zin and Nitzana,
a dull plain of about 200 m,
from which - had it rained stronger -
hardly visible trickles would have started towards west and east,
which - within a few hundred meters -
would have overflooded the desert with streams of waters.
T and I then stayed another night, in the Rebecca Succah.
And after a talk into depth with the other guests over breakfast,
I ran one last time towards my favorite spot on the edge of the crater.
There was all the time the feeling - and I said so to Avi before parting -
that I might not come here again for a long time.
I climbed up the opposite ridge and from very far away
I took one last photo of the three house-like cabins,
which for me are not succahs any longer,
but the characteristics of a permanent place.
I have completed my lekh-lekhâ from the Succah.

Towards the closure of Healing-K.i.s.s.
on 2003_07_04
From great distance I watch the three structures on the slope,
which are no longer triangular succahs but house-like cabins.
The beautiful Peace-Process
led not only towards
Parting-in-Peace between the partners Avi and Gadi,
but also to the completion of my own parting
from my Desert Vision as it was embodied in "Succah in the Desert".