2003_06_23;
last update: 2003_07_01
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"RedSeaPartnerSHIP"
Last Glimpse |
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THE
REDSEA AND SALTSEA PARTNER SHIP
the geopolitical challenge of the Gulf of Eilat&Aqaba
the physical technical challenge of Hosting-on-Water |
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WATER
IN THE DESERT
Syrian-African Rift: RedSea
The Gulf of Eilat and Aqaba |
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Under the solar panel of my bus is written - up to this
day:
in Hebrew: "alfê netivot" and in Arabic: "alaaf-as-subul"
which means: "a thousand of pathes".
Water
- when it hits a barrier -
changes its shape
to go on flowing.
We became water,
our "ani-yah", our PartnerSHIP, changed form.
At one time it even became
a structure on land:
"The Passage of Jacob" -
"ma'avâr ya'aqov" in Hebrew,
"ma'bar ya'aqoub" in Arabic
intended to heal the material & emotional mine-field
between the border fortifications of Israel & Jordan.
But it was the water where we started
and to the water we shall return.
Up to this day there is no ship.
"aniyah" has become nothing but my "password",
whenever a program for e-mail or another purpose
asks me to insert a "password".
But it is what it is - my word of passage,
of ma'avâr ya'aqov, of ma'bar ya'aqoub.
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This
was our first dream: not a katamaran,
with hulls side by side,
as the little one above , which one day went ashore right
next to my bus,
but
a trimaran, with three hulls ~~~
an adaptation of our triangular tent.
How come?
Among the numerous mystical events at that time, this one was
outstanding:
I met Oded Golwarski in Eilat, and he wanted to sell his trimaran "coconut".
Since at that time there was a chance that I would get some money,
we, that was me in Eilat, and David in Tel-Aviv, put our
mind to a trimaran.
After about 5 weeks of studying boats
in Eilat , not only Oded's Trimaran,
together with everything that had to do with operating
boats, skipper licenses etc.
I felt, that
I needed to go to Tel-Aviv, to pursue my studies more efficiently.
In order to have a place to stay, I renewed my friendship
with Ya'acov Khayat.
If nothing came out of all the "Aniyah-Craziness",
one miracle did happen:
Ya'acov reemerged from his despair and apathy and hasn't
regressed to it since.
After about two weeks the idea of a
Red-Sea-Partner-SHIP was born,
and since one of its aspects was that the SHIP should be
owned by Four,
one entrepreneur from each of the four nations bordering
the Gulf of Eilat/Aqaba,
I put my mind on winning over the first one: the English-Jewish
David Lewis,
owner of 4 hotels in Eilat, and owner of the
one hotel at Mitzpe-Ramon.
The sign was, that while I had been "petitioning" him in
the past,
to make him combine the hotel business with the Succah
business,
he once visited me in the Succah with his deaf
wife.
I was moved to see this woman so touched by the moon floating
over the desert.
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"Do you
remember my dream for you?"
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A
passage
for Ya'acov
These photos I took
at the party
which opened
the third year of the
Democratic School.
It was the first year
for Ya'acov,
whom I had won over
to leave
his frustrating business
in Tel-Aviv
and become an educator
in my town Modi'in.
Left: Ya'acov
and my grandson Itamar.
Right: Ya'acov
and his dancing
twin-daughter Yahêl.
2 days ago (2003_06_29)
we met at the party
which ended this year.
I congratulated
him and myself
for his appointment
as next year's educator
of
"the Rainbow House",
which is the age group
to which Yael
belongs.
He was surrounded by
parents and children
and like a fish in water.
"Very often!"
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"Reality
is even better than the dream!" |
At night I would sleep in the small flat
with Ya'acov's family
and in the evenings sometimes dance with his small twin daughters.
In the morning I would travel by busses to a town next to Tel-Aviv
and study the Internet at the family computer of David's friend
David.
After David's work we would visit boats along Jaffa, Tel-Aviv and
Herzliya.
We even registered for a skipper course.
But then the "signs" said, that we were on the wrong track.
I fixed the day for taking a flight to London
and staying with Sandra, my Sinai angel.
I did not have any money then, but sure enough, a few hours
later my sister called:
East Germany had agreed to return the house,
which our grandfather had bequeathed to us in 1946.
It had been confiscated and rented out and was not worth much,
but my sister had managed to sell it, and I would get my third of it.
After a tense and intense week in London,
Lewis postponed saying "NO!" until September in Israel, and I took
off to study more.
My journey to the Sea - mostly by hitchhiking
- brought me to Mike and Jeanette Wood,
A car accident had made Mike move around in a wheel-chair and invent
a sailing-boat,
to be operated by people in wheel-chairs.
It was booked-out
for 2 years ahead.
I called both, David and Ya'acov:
"You'll be here
tomorrow night, ticket paid."
That's how Ya'acov came to steer a sailing-boat , the "ro-ro-cat",
roll-on/roll-off.
During the week as Mike's and his wife's guests, we worked hard.
David had to return after 3 days, but Ya'acov worked on the computer
like me.
He leafed through the info about almost a thousand foundations.
Among many other things I came up with the
Aniyah-Game.
Looking at this clever device today, I wonder,
if it was just a
starting point for the process to follow,
or a sign for the future?
I also wrote The Story of Ya'acov then.
On September 1, I was back, Lewis said his "No!",
but there were now three of us: me, David and Ya'acov.
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Miracles
happened~~~
angels on the abyss~~
One was Sharon Gimpel,
a green activist, age 20.
She lived at Kibbutz
Lotan,
the refuge of my bus,
while I worked in Sinai.
1996_07_04-1996_11_12.
When I came "home",
physically, emotionally
at the bottom of hell,
she was there for me,
like a sister or a mother,
tears well up now,
while writing this
in June 2003,
thank you Sharon,
wherever you may be now.
And when I returned,
and had nowhere to stay,
Sharon invited me to live
in the flat of the office
of "Green Action"
in the center of Tel-Aviv.
It was also there,
where I met Avi
Dror
for the first time.
He was sent by Gadi.
From this perspective
I see the puzzle pieces
falling into place ~~~~ |
For a month the three of us met every week-day mostly at Tel-Aviv
University,
where Ya'acov conducted his newspaper and theater ticket business.
Our main pursuit came to be the owner of a
huge katamaran, Nir Shafrir.
Since he wanted to hibernate it in the Gulf of Eilat,
we asked
him to lend it to us for half a year, so as to try out our ideas.
Again a story with too many layers to be told here.
In the end we didn't get Nir's "Marquises" and I went
back to my bus in Eilat.
I now had the money to take a plane, which made going south and
north easier.
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It was the eve of the Eve of the Jewish
New Year.
I had the courage to approach Avi Baranes,
the director of the IUI,
an ocean research institute
which was situated at Taba-Eilat road,
10 minutes by bike from my bus.
Yes, he would allow me to use one of the computers, even
during the holidays.
So, while the families of Israel
celebrated,
I sat the whole day long and sculpted both,
our
concept,
and a letter to Princess Basma,
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Isn't it pathetic to watch [2003_06_20], how
I just didn't learn!
All the hundreds of "petitions" I had written in the Seventies
and from 1988 onward - constantly, consistently - and rarely
an answer.
In any case, either a person is already on my wave-length,
and
then s/he will seek me out, just as I him/her,
or the most cleverly sculpted winning-over letter will not make
him/her join forces with me.
I'll create a sequence
of pages about my RedSeaPartnerSHIP petitions,
at least the written ones, that survived.
Still - all this petitioning also advanced my thinking.
It's how it suddenly occurred to me, that we needn't wait for the
SHIP,
but could do something preliminary rightaway.
A kind of a "Peace-Succah" on the shore during the Succot festival.
Ezri Alon suggested: between the two lookouts of Israel and Jordan.
So I went to see "the border" and my
heart fell.
This is the fourfold fortified border
between Jordan and Israel in Eilat,
the border between two nations, supposedly at peace since 1993.
As always, I decided to
transform the pain and grief into a challenge for people's
and my own creativity.
To be able to do this, I needed to be there myself, and to be
there in a way that people could access me.
So, 2 weeks after that NewYear, on the Eve of Succot, I packed
my bus all night through,
and with the first dawn, without taking off the palmfrond covering
nor the pent-house,
navigated it out of the parking lot, drove it all around the gulf,
through the town of Eilat,
while my fright of the police made me shiver so much, that I could
hardly hold the stearing wheel
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and arrived safely at the spot, which I had figured out beforehand.
Amiram, the ranger, my enemy-friend, had let me know,
that during the Succot week all the rangers were on leave.
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I found great support from unexpected quarters:
the District Army Commander.
We met several times and once he drove me along the road of the
fortifications.
These ended soon after the Eilat-Aqaba terminal.
I asked how 10 km of fourfold, formidable fortifications
could prevent a terrorist from crossing the border a little further
north.
He said: "That's what we know to do."
That's what any government, any army knows to do: to give the public
a placebo.
While still at Taba, I had become friendly
with Arie Boni, the operator of the Dolphin Reef.
He was ready to become a partner, and I could distribute a flyer
written in both our names,
about how to turn the victimhood,
which clings to useless fortifications,
into mastery.
I suggested to using the space in between the fortifications from
both sides,
for meeting, studying "Partnership" and healing fear.
We invited people by flyers , like
this one which borrows Herzl's famous slogan:
"Wenn ihr wollt,ist es kein Maerchen."
"If you want - it's not a fairy
tale."
In between the fortifications
of both sides
we wanted to erect the "Passage of Jacob".
I wrote to Ariel Sharon, Minister for Infrastructure.
and later I wrote a letter concerning this to King Hussein
The
Peace Raft in the Red Sea - Doveret Shalom be-Yam ha-adom
1997_12_09 Triangle Meeting with Udi Shalev, Commander of the District
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and Shlomo Froumer, Commander of the Red Sea
The Army does not oppose to a raft on the border,
nor to the entrance of Jordanians to the raft
"Now
the rest of the acts of Jehoshaphat,
first and last, behold,
they are written in the book of Yehu
who is mentioned in the book of the kings of Israel." Chronicles
II,20,34. |
2003_07_01
It's here where I want to stop,
- before the closing sculpture . |
Now
the rest of the acts of Rachel and the RedSeaPartnerSHIP
first and last, behold,
they are written in the books of RedSeaPartnerSHIP
and Desert Water
which are mentioned in the website "Healing-Keep-it-simple&short".
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There is on the Internet one
Red Sea Angel
This political map of Israel
on a satellite photo
does not point out any sea
but the "Dead Sea".
They don't know,
that the Bible calls it Salt Sea
and that she isn't dead.
Nobody has yet painted
a SaltSea Angel.
But this Red Sea Angel
is definitely pointing towards
a woman in the sea,
radiating towards the sky,
rooted in the earth,
flowing into the water
and out of the water.
The healing of this "map"
will stream out from her now.
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