Arad, September 16, 2009 - continuation
After
I parted from Elah, I took a taxi to the northing outskirts of Eilat,
From there i walked endlessly, without being invited into a passing
car.
But I was glad to have left those glamerous hotel-palaces in the south.
My hitchhiking this time proved to me,
that this really is "God's" way to let me full-fill my mission,
by letting people attract me into their drama for a limited time.
The coincidences were simply overwhelming.
I kept asking myself,
why I was going to Eilat for the third time this year,
in
March with The Walk about Love and in May with Josef Semana
after I had NOT been there for about 9 years.
It seems to have to do with that sentence,
which I discovered in that German letter to the author of "The
Yellow Star".
"How
much evil could be "achieved" within 12 years,
but then "they" were finished,
while what we are letting grow,
may perhaps only in 12 years become a tiny bit visible."
That was said by one of my partners in March 1998,
[quoted in "RedSeaPartnerSHIP>Last
Glimpse]
Now it is September 2009 – not yet 12 years later…
The first driver gathers and edits info
about attractions in Israel
for an ever growing influx of tourists from Russia.
He was glad to learn about "Succah
in the Desert".
The second two drivers were journalists for "Globes".
They, too, gathered info: what happens around the Dead Sea.
When they let me off next to the "Dead
Sea Works",
they took photos of how I lifted my hand to stop a car.
Perhaps I could give them an additional perspective….
A truck-driver from Arad carried heavy equipment.
Since he was headed to the companies near the Zin-Oasis,
I had the opportunity to remember and share with him,
how there, in the Zin-Oasis, the desert revealed itself to me.
This was in October 1987 and is hardly mentioned in "bus-steps",
but there is a photo of Immanuel with baby Elah, 3 months old,
taken when the visited me in the Zin-Oasis...)
After half an hour of car-less walking
a religious driver stopped.
He took me all the way to Eilat – which gave us plenty of time.
Every 5 min. during those 2 hours or so he talked on the phone.
That gave me information which I used for our communication.
In that way we found out, that his father was Prof.
Zeev Falk,
whom I had known during my scholarship year in 1960-1961.
It was Haim's 48th birthday, "but
I was adopted as a baby!"
This brought up a strong memory in me:
"I see myself standing in a doorway in the
house of your parents:
you mother was crying bitterly, sharing with me,
that the baby, she had been given for later adopting,
had been taken away again - by the biological mother.
"I took care of my daughter for 6 months and now, now……!"
"Yes, this was Tirtza", said Haim, and
it was not the only blow!
Another adopted child died after half a year in my mother's care!"
My desk in the student's hostel in Jerusalem
and the view from it
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The photo in my student identiy card
-1960-61- showing the Hebrew letters: ha-univers(ity)
Myself on the campus and my room-mate
Shulamit Richter, to whom I owe my
name "Rachel"
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Now, 2 days later, I hardly remember
the multitude of other issues,
which flew between us like the ball between two pingpong players.
I was glad to hear and believed him, when he described himself as
"somebody who is mostly full of joy, yes
often explodes with joy!"
As to my messages, I hope one will not be lost on Zeev Falk's son:
There was a chance – not intended by my mind -
to mention again and again the Bible's "lekh-lekha",
for Haim lives with his 7 children in the
settlement Ofra"…
As to my visit with my eldest granddaughter
Elah in Eilat ,
I sculpted it in Hebrew
for her father, my son Immanuel.
But two things I did not share there:
My training in NOT-judging, in NOT-separating-myself,
but in seeing whatever I didn't like- as a part of myself.
I was surprised, how relatively easy this was,
and how it helped me to feel at ease with Elah
and perhaps made Elah feel at ease with me, too.
The content of my training cannot be told here.
"Eilat" was actually the same
for me: a training in not-judging.
This had to do with how I perceived the glamour of Eilat.
Intermingled with my memories of joys and failures in 1996-98,
I felt abhorred by the consumerism displayed along "my" Sea.
There, too, I had to contain the unconscious "parts of myself"
and, instead of judging, WOMB the people who are learning.
Continuation of
"Elah and Eilat"
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