Strong Medicine

Spring is right around the corner. If proof were necessary, it was there in abundance in last month’s field trip with Yad Ben Zvi, to the Shefelah, in search of early spring flora – anemones, wild orchids, irises, cyclamens (one of my favourite flowers), lupins, mandrakes and many others.

We were blessed by ideal weather conditions – not too hot and not too cold.

Driving through the Elah Valley (Valley of the Terebinth), our first “port of call” was the Adullam Park, near the city of Beit Shemesh. Here, we saw red anemones and pink butterfly orchids, mauve stork’s bill (Erodium gruinum) and yellow field marigolds (Calendula arvensis). These last are known in Hebrew as Tzipornei Hechatul  (ציפורני החתול – Cat’s claws), because of the shape of their seeds.




20180221_101800@סחלב פרפרני

20180221_101853@מקור החסידה (סגול)


In the Adullam Park, there are several archaeological sites. As this was a nature ramble, we visited only one – Hurvat Itri – a ruined Jewish village from the Second Temple period. I took very few pictures here. Truth to tell, I wasn’t paying very much attention to what Edna, the guide, was telling us, as, at this point, I started to feel extremely unwell. The accompanying paramedic wanted to take my blood pressure only to discover that the batteries of his digital BP gauge were flat. He was obliged to borrow the batteries of someone’s camera. It turned out my blood pressure was very low and he suggested I return to the bus, a 10-minute walk away. But I felt that if I could walk to the bus, I might just as well walk slowly about the ruins with the others.

Fortified with a caffeine-fix from a mocha drink provided by Renana, the tour co-ordinator,  and sipping water as I walked among cyclamens and yellow gold-crocuses (Gagea  commutata), I started to feel better.



When we reached a field of anemones, I suddenly realised that the dizziness had disappeared and I was feeling my old self again. How could I feel ill amid such beauty? These were medicinal plants in the true meaning of the word!


20180221_131623@Me in anemone field

As we made our way down to where the bus was waiting for us, we saw that the wild irises, which had still been closed when we arrived in the morning, were now open.


20180221_140532@אירוס אחהצ

After a picnic lunch under a carob tree on a hillside overlooking the carpark (in reality, merely a tract of open ground between the hills), we boarded the bus and drove to Tel Sokho, rising above the Elah Valley and famous for its proximity to the site of the battle fought in ancient times between David and Goliath (I Samuel 17).

The site is popularly known as the Hill of the Lupins  (גבעת התורמוסים –Givat Haturmosim)  –  for reasons which will quickly become abundantly clear 😉   .

Besides the cyclamens, sickle-fruit hypercoum, euphorbia (spurge),  and the delicate white blossoms of musk dead-nettle, not to mention the ubiquitous anemones, and the ancient terebinth trees for which the Elah Valley is named, the hill is covered in early springtime with the blue lupins which gave it its popular name.


20180221_155837@נזמית לבנה



P1030615Terebinth in Tel Socho Lupin Hill


P1030626Me - surrounded by lupins at Tel Socho

Alas, as Israel does not put the clocks forward till late March, the setting sun forced us to start wending our way back to the bus at around five o’clock, stopping every few minutes to admire the many beautiful wildflowers along the path. When we finally reached the bottom of the hill, we were surprised and delighted to see a haredi  (ultra-orthodox) family celebrating a birthday party amid the flowers. Clearly, the family was combining an early Purim celebration with that of the birthday, as the children were all in fancy dress.


20180221_173057@Birthday party

It was a heartwarming end to what had been a beautiful day – even if a few drops of rain had started to fall as we made our way down from the hilltop.

But that was not the end of the goodies late February had in store. Oh, no – by no means.

You didn’t think I was going to leave you without some music to round things off, did you? Music and flowers are the best medicine I can think of, for almost anything 🙂  . You’ve had the flowers. Now it’s time for the music.

At the beginning of February, my choir – the Jerusalem Oratorio Chamber Choir, together with our sister choir Bel Canto (also a part of the larger Jerusalem Oratorio Choir), took part in a concert with the Ashdod Symphony Orchestra under the baton of Maestro Vag Papian, performing the Fauré Requiem at the Jerusalem International YMCA. And at the end of February, the JOCC joined the Ellerhein Girls’ Choir from Tallinn, Estonia, the Bat Kol Choir and the Maayan Choir from Tel Aviv, and the Yoav Choir from the south of Israel, to participate in the annual MustonenFest in Tel Aviv, performing – under the baton of the festival’s founder, Maestro Andres Mustonen – a new work by contemporary Israeli composer Eitan Steinberg. This was the world premiere of a work for six choirs and percussion, entitled “Sod HaKavana” – literally “The Secret of the Intention” To quote from the introduction to the score, “the Jewish expression kavana refers to the mystical power of one’s inner intention when saying a prayer or performing an act, and to the deep impact that such an intention has. The Midrash refers to the intention to the words written in the prayer, while the Kabbalah adds mystical intentions beyond the meaning of the written words.

I have to admit, when I first heard that we were to perform a piece of contemporary music, I felt the greatest misgivings. And I won’t lie – it was not easy, what with the many changes of tempo (sometimes extreme) and the complex rhythms. But somehow, when all the choirs and the percussionists came together – everything seemed to work out. I really liked it.
Just to give you a taste, here is a short videoclip of part of the Dress Rehearsal. Since each choir had a different role and different scores and had been working separately, this was the first time all the singers and instrumentalists had come together to work on the piece.





We gave two performances – one at the Ashdod Centre for the Performing Arts (the same place where we had performed The Magic Flute the previous month, and Beethoven’s Choral Symphony in October) and one at the Israel Conservatory of Music in Tel Aviv. In both locations, the audience responded with prolonged applause.

With barely time to catch our breath, many of us will be taking part, later this month, in a sing-along production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s “Patience“.
But that’s for next time 🙂  .



Posted in Music, Nature, Photography, Tourism, Travel, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 6 Comments

Flutes, Flowers and the Sex Life of Snails

It’s been a busy few weeks, no doubt about that. The second half of December was taken up with rehearsals for The Jerusalem Opera’s production of Mozart’s The Magic Flute, in which my choir, the Jerusalem Oratorio Chamber Choir, took part, together with a cast of extremely talented soloists from Israel and abroad, including several young singers at the start of what are certain to be highly successful professional careers.

The choir’s part in this opera is not large – especially that of the women. However, a few intensive rehearsals were required, to cope with not only the musical demands of Mozart’s score, but also the staging requirements.

Dear Readers – I think I have been bitten by the Stage Bug. Costumes, makeup, lighting, sound effects – I had forgotten how much fun all this could be. I don’t think I have taken part in a fully-staged production of anything since high school.

Stay! There was a Jerusalem Academy of Music production of Offenbach’s Orpheus in the Underworld in which our choir participated in its early years.

But I digress.
I would never have imagined how many things can go wrong. Not for nothing is there a Stage Director, Assistant Stage Director, Producer, Assistant Producer, Chorus Master, Assistant Chorus Master, a Stage Manager – and that is merely a partial list!

Backstage seemed like bedlam 😉 .  With so many things that can go amiss, it’s no wonder that the backstage staff carry walky-talkies or mobile phones at all times.
One wonders how they coped in Mozart’s time!

And things did go wrong. On the opening night, there were a few ghastly seconds in the Act 1 Finale when the choir and the orchestra were out of synch with each other, and half the choir was not in synch with the conductor (Omer Arieli), because those of them who were at the back of the stage could not even see the conductor, nor could they see the video monitors which are supposed to overcome this problem, the latter being placed too far to the Front Right and Front Left of the stage for those at the centre of the stage to see them. There was also a problem of sound delay with the audio monitors.
These glitches were corrected in time for the next performance, but again one wonders how on earth Mozart’s generation managed, without monitors, mobile phones or walky-talkies!!!

To be perfectly honest, The Magic Flute has never been high on my list of favourite operas. Nevertheless, from now on, it will always hold a warm place in my heart. As my faithful readers know, I am not a fan of “updating” opera. Dressing the characters of Il Trovatore in overalls and setting it in a shipyard, for example, is more than likely to leave me cold. The Magic Flute, however, is pure pantomime. As  with a fairytale, the director (in this case, Monica Waitzfelder) is free to do almost anything he or she likes. Likewise the costume designer. So I rather liked the quirky costumes designed by Shira Weiss for this production.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.


We gave two performances in Jerusalem, and a final performance in Ashdod, from which we returned to the Capital in the small hours of the morning – and I went to bed at about 2 am.
Just to give you a taste, here are a couple of short videoclips.

In the first, we see Hungarian soprano Viktoria Varga as the Queen of the Night, (with local girl Na’ama Shulman as Pamina):





In the second, filmed by Chorus Master Oded Shomroni and shared here with his permission, we can see (most of) the opera finale, from the second Jerusalem performance. You can’t see me very well, however, as the rather tall Sarastro (Denis Sedov) is right in front of me and effectively hides me from the camera 😉  .


A week later, I had another field trip with Yad Ben Zvi – this time, to the Negev, to enjoy the wildflowers which were thriving after the week’s rain. The emphasis was supposed to be on the narcissi (Narcissus tazetta) which grow as far south as Dimona – but on the way, we stopped at a hill on the outskirts of Omer, near Beersheba, where, at first sight, there appears to be nothing noteworthy – just a bare  hill, but when you get closer, you can see it is carpeted with Colchicum ritchii – known in Hebrew as Sitvanit HaNegev (סתוונית הנגב) and in English as Egyptian Autumn Crocus or Egyptian meadow-saffron – and not to be confused with Steven’s meadow-saffron, which we saw in our December field trip.




We also saw eucalyptus trees, with their distinctive fruit and flowers.

P1030488 Eucalyptus fruit

Our next stop was Nachal Dimona, where the narcissi we had come to see were, we were reliably informed,  in full bloom.

We made our way along the streambed, stopping to admire other plant species, such as thymelaea, believed to be the plant from which Delilah made cords in her attempt to bind Samson (Judges 16: 10-12) and Arabian Globe-cress  ( Golanit arav  גולנית ערב)
On our way, we also stopped to talk about the snails, which were so thick on the ground, it was almost impossible not to step on them and crush them.


According to Edna, our guide, the snail’s slow speed could make for difficulties in their  love life 😉 Why? Well, suppose Mr. Snail, out in search of a mate, sees a fine looking potential partner from a distance, and slowly, painfully makes his way over the ten yards or so that lie between them, only to discover that what he had supposed to be Ms. Snail, is, in fact, another male. He would have come all that way for nothing! Fortunately, most snails are hermaphrodites, having both male and female organs. Hey presto! Problem solved!


At a point high above the stream bed, we were faced with the option of a terrifying descent down narrow paths overhanging a dizzying drop, or retracing our footsteps and approaching the location of the narcissus beds from the opposite direction. Despite the lateness of the hour, we opted for the latter. The following picture may give you some idea as to why:




The delay cost us the chance to visit Ein Yorke’am, a beautiful desert canyon, but since it was the narcissi we had come to see, it could not be helped. And I am sure you will agree they were worth it!

P1030497 Clumps of wild narcissi in Nachal Dimona



On our way back, as the sun started to set, we stopped off at the Ben Gurion Park in Dimona, with its gigantic, Gaudi-style environmental sculptures, by Ruslan Sergeev:



its forest, and its artificial lake:



Whoever would have dreamed, when Dimona was founded in the 1950s, that the out-of-the way development town, populated mostly by new immigrants, where nobody really wanted to live, would, one day, look like this?

But that’s Israel for you.  🙂












Posted in Music, Nature, Tourism, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 12 Comments

A Capital Idea!

Last week, the world reacted – mostly with disapprobation – to the fact that “the Leader of the Free World” faced up to reality and declared to all that Jerusalem is, indeed, Israel’s capital. The mass hysteria from the so-called “Palestinians” – and, indeed, from the entire Muslim world, (which recognises no Jewish rights in Jerusalem and denies our history there), is understandable, despite the fact that President Trump crossed the t’s and dotted the i’s when he spelled out what he means by that. He stated, quite clearly, that there is nothing in the US recognition of Jerusalem as Israel’s capital to prevent that city (or part of it) from eventually serving as the capital of a “Palestinian” state (an event I devoutly hope will never take place!), or, indeed, to express an opinion as to the borders of Israel’s capital. Many of us, in fact, noted – with disappointment – that he most emphatically did not refer to the city as Israel’s undivided capital. On the other hand, if you were listening carefully, you might have noticed the slight emphasis on the word “Israel”, when he said, at 5:29: “Jerusalem is Israel’s capital” (which is to say, nobody else’s).




Less understandable is the agitated response from other countries of the so-called Free World, who got their knickers into a real twist, claiming this was “ill-timed” and would further hinder the progress of the “Peace Process”. Ill-timed it certainly was! This is a declaration that should have been made 69 years ago. “The Free World” has long recognised the State of Israel within her 1949 armistice boundaries. Why, then, will they not recognise at least “West Jerusalem” as Israel’s capital? 

The capital city of a country, as defined by the Oxford Dictionary , is “The city or town that functions as the seat of government and administrative centre of a country or region.
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines a capital city as “being the seat of government”.

As President Trump so succinctly and clearly pointed out, Jerusalem fulfils all these functions. Israel’s Parliament, the Knesset, is in Jerusalem. Israel’s Supreme Court is in Jerusalem. The official residences of Israel’s President and Prime Minister are in Jerusalem.  (All of these, by the way, are in “West Jerusalem” – that part of the city which lies within Israel’s internationally recognised boundaries.) The head offices of all the government ministries are also in Jerusalem. Thus, the legislature, judiciary and executive branches of government are all headquartered in Jerusalem. The same can most emphatically not be said of the instruments of government of the non-existent “State of Palestine”, which, in so far as they exist at all, are to be found either in Ramallah, or the Gaza Strip.

As for “hindering the Peace Process” – it should be blindingly obvious to everyone that there is no peace process. No doubt, the “Palestinians” will use this as yet another excuse not to negotiate – but then, they’ve been avoiding negotiations for decades, and perhaps the time has come for them to understand that, as time goes by, the rest of the world is also likely to reach the same conclusion as President Trump, namely, that “the belief that delaying the recognition of Jerusalem would advance the cause of peace” has proven to be a false hope, that “we cannot solve our problems by making the same failed assumptions and repeating the same failed strategies of the past”  and that “it would be folly to assume that repeating the exact same formula would now produce a different or better result.”
And, if it comes to that – why would the establishment of a Palestinian state be dependent on having Jerusalem as its capital? When the United Nations passed the 1947 Partition Resolution, providing for the division of the Palestine Mandate territory into two states, one Jewish and one Arab (not “Palestinian”), it expressly determined that Jerusalem was to be a corpus separatum, not to be included in either state. The Jewish leadership accepted, albeit with heavy hearts, because they recognised the vital necessity of having a national homeland for the Jewish people even if, as so many Jewish leaders have put it, the Land of Israel, without Jerusalem, is like a body without a soul. The Arabs, however, rejected it – as they have rejected every offer of a settlement made to them since then. Clearly the “Palestinians” are not so desperate for an independent state as they would have us all believe.

Pessimists among Israel’s supporters and friends point out that President Trump made it clear that the actual transfer of the American Embassy will not take place for several years and that “talk costs nothing”. But we should remember – there was a time when no less than sixteen states had their embassies in Jerusalem, including the Netherlands, a handful from Africa, and almost a dozen from Latin America. As we see, embassies can be moved. On the other hand, the world’s only super power is now on record as recognising Jerusalem as the Capital of Israel.
An official declaration recognising Jerusalem as Israel’s capital is not so easy to change.


Posted in International Relations, Politics, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 8 Comments

Get Ready, Folks! It’s Shoe Time!

The great Swedish Wagnerian soprano, Birgit Nilsson, when asked what was the most essential requirement for singing the role of Isolde, is said to have replied: “Comfortable shoes”.

Although none of my choir’s upcoming performances is likely to require me to be on my feet for as long as even a single act of Tristan and Isolde the start of the new concert season made it imperative that I acquire a new pair of black shoes that are both elegant and comfortable.

I put this challenge first to the shoe salesman in one of the Jerusalem branches of H&O. He did his best, poor man, but his quest was doomed to failure. Everything that seemed half way suitable was either unavailable in black, unavailable in my size or unavailable as a pair!
Still, my foray was not a complete waste of time. I came home with a new little black dress (of the kind every woman should have, according to Coco Chanel) and a new black blouse – both of which I should be able to wear for spring and summer performances and neither of which were strictly necessary, as I have an abundance of festive black clothing for concert wear. Still it’s always nice to have something new 😉  .

The following day, I tried my luck at the downtown branch of Hamashbir Latzarchan, which, when I first came on aliyah, over 40 years ago, was Israel’s only real department store and not exactly a flagship of Fashion.
It has changed. I presented my challenge to the head of the shoe department, Gazi. “Elegant – and comfortable?” he said, stroking his chin. “They don’t always go together”.
How’s that for a masterpiece of understatement? In my experience, they hardly ever go together – if at all 😦  .

I was looking for a pair of simple court shoes (pumps) with a fairly low heel – but a heel, nonetheless, and preferably a wide one, as these are far more comfortable when one is going to be on one’s feet for any length of time.  I would have considered a cone heel. I refuse to wear stilettos. I won’t even wear kitten heels. I have no intention of torturing myself. I can’t imagine how the fashion industry has managed to convince women that tottering around on four-inch stilts is “power dressing”. To my way of thinking, the kind of man who thinks women look sexy in such instruments of torture is no different from the kind of man who used to fetishize the bound feet of Chinese women. As for Lady Gaga – she must be a masochist!

Gazi first showed me a display stand full of patent leather (or fake leather) shoes. I waved them away. I don’t really care for patent leather. I spotted a stand displaying the Fly Foot brand. These are supposed to be orthopaedically designed – not that my experience in the past with orthopaedically designed shoes has been a happy one. I once bought a pair of Lady Comfort shoes which turned out to be the most uncomfortable shoes it has ever been my misfortune to wear. I couldn’t even wear them long enough to break them in.

I found shoes which looked suitable but turned out to be too narrow. Another pair, which were similar, but wider, were not available in black, only in dark blue. I thought I might be able to get away with that, if I were to wear them with a long skirt or trousers, but it turned out that the size I usually wear was too large for me (or maybe too small – I can’t remember!) and the next size down (or up, as the case may be) was out of stock.

I was beginning to think that I had embarked on Mission Impossible. In despair, I turned back to the black patent shoes Gazi had first shown me.

They fit! They were even moderately comfortable. I began calculating. Could I stand in them for one hour? Just one hour. I believe I could.

I bought them. What else could I do?  I must have elegant black shoes for our concerts, especially when I am – occasionally – a soloist. And next week, I am going to the opera. I need to be elegant there as well.
As Gazi said – one has to suffer a little to be beautiful (I retorted that that’s easy for a man to say).

Well, what’s done is done, so let’s hope for the best. When I got them home, and tried them on again with my concert clothes, they were actually more comfortable than in the shop. That’s a promising start. Plus – they were really quite cheap. They were on sale, besides which, I have a Club Member’s card which gives me a considerable reduction.
And I doubt whether they are actually made of real leather, so I can feel virtuous about not being responsible for the slaughter of some hapless animal just to provide me with footwear 😉  .




Posted in Daily Life, Humour, Modern Living, Uncategorized | Tagged , , | 7 Comments

The Flowers of Autumn

The High Holy Days have been and gone, and I completely forgot about my promise to write about my trip to London. So much has happened since then, that the short break in the city of my birth has more or less faded from memory. Apart from two excellent plays (“Boudicca” at Shakespeare’s Globe and “Queen Anne” at the Theatre Royal in the Haymarket), I have very little to report – other than lazy days in Regent’s Park and Hyde Park, and the inevitable visits to the National Gallery, the Tate Modern and the British Museum.

But now autumn is upon us, with a wealth of new activities – from the start of the fourth and final year of the Bible course I am taking (see previous posts, under the tag 929), through the start of a new course intriguingly entitled “Love and Death in Classical Music”,  to the opening of the 2017/18 season of field trips offered by Yad Ben Zvi. As my faithful readers know, for the past two years, I have been taking part in field trips linked to the 929 Bible Study project. This year, I decided to try something different and signed up for a series of field trips focusing on Israel’s many wildflowers.

On November 1st, we set our faces north,  to Israel’s Carmel Coast. We visited two sites. The first was the Nachal Taninim Nature Reserve. The literal translation of Nachal Taninim (נחל תנינים) is “Crocodile Stream” , but don’t be alarmed. It’s been over a hundred years since the last crocodile was sighted there. Some historians believe that crocodiles were imported in the Roman period, to be used in the gladiatorial combats held at nearby Caesarea. Zoologists, on the other hand, consider the crocodiles to be the remnant of a tropical ecosystem which existed in the Land of Israel over two million years ago. But a local tradition holds that there was once was a  king of Caesarea who had two sons. The elder was a leper who used to go every day to bathe in the river, hoping thus to be cured. After their father died, leaving his kingdom to the joint rule of the brothers, the younger, who wished to be the sole ruler, secretly brought crocodiles to the river . When the older brother went down to the stream to bathe in its waters, the crocodiles attacked and devoured him, leaving his younger brother as the sole heir to the throne. This is how, according to local legend, the crocodiles  were introduced to the region.  Be that as it may – Yours Truly didn’t see any crocodiles 😉  .

What we did see was the partially reconstructed remains of the ancient Roman water-system which brought the precious liquid from Nachal Taninim to the great coastal city of  Caesarea, to the south.  One can also see the remains of Byzantine-era flour mills and Ottoman additions to the waterworks.

Roman dam at Nachal Taninim



Here you can see a reconstruction of a Byzantine water wheel in action:



While we did not see any of the crocodiles after whom the river is named, we did see many birds, although most of them were wheeling high in the sky above our heads.  The Nachal Taninim Nature Reserve is home to egrets, herons, storks, pelicans, ibis, sandpipers and many other bird species. There are also different varieties of gulls, attracted by the fishponds of nearby Kibbutz Ma’agan Michael – to the chagrin of the fish-breeders, it must be said – as well as other wildlife, such as turtles, catfish and other fish, frogs and sea-otters, to name but a few. Honesty compels me to admit that, with the exception of a single catfish, I saw no wildlife other than birds.


P1030444Pelicans above Nachal Taninim

P1030445At Nachal Taninim


However, it was the flora which we had come to observe – in particular, narcissi and Steven’s meadow-saffron, which grow in abundance on the Carmel coast and are in full bloom at the start of autumn.



There were also late blooming sea squills, (urginea maritima), still showing a few blossoms, although as the first herald of autumn, the squill usually blooms in September and October. The white flowers are arranged along a stalk which can grow as high as 1.8 metres, and they do not blossom all at once. Starting from the bottom, each day a group of flowers opens, about 30 flowers at a time, immediately above the previous day’s blossom, which then wilts and dies. Since few flowers bloom in autumn, the squill does not have to compete with so many rivals for pollinating insects. The downside is that at this time of year, fewer pollinators are active. For this reason, the plant also employs wind pollination and even, to a certain extent, self-pollination.

After lunch, it was time to explore the Dor-Habonim Beach, one of the most beautiful stretches of Israel’s Mediterranean coastline, with its archaeological remains, its many rocky inlets and tidal pools. I last visited this part of the coast in late February this year, when I went, with other members of my choir, to take part in a musical workshop at Kibbutz Ma’agan Michael.  This time, instead of Handel’s Messiah, it was the song of the sea and the flowers I had come to hear.

In ancient times, Dor was an important strategic site on the Via Maris, the historic road that ran along the Mediterranean coast from Egypt to Syria (the Fertile Crescent), and which was one of the major trade routes of the Levant.  The archaeological site , Tel Dor, lies adjacent to the modern Moshav Dor.  You can read more about Tel Dor, its history and its archaeological remains in the link I have provided. As this was more of a nature ramble, we concentrated on the flora – and in particular, the sea daffodil or sea lily (Pancratium maritimum).

P1030456 חבצלת החוף

In Hebrew, this flower is known as khavatzelet hakhof  (חבצלת החוף) – a name very similar to khavatzelet haSharon (חבצלת השרון) known to us from the Song of Songs and usually translated as “Rose of Sharon”.  Since the central part of Israel’s Mediterranean coast is known as the Sharon Plain, and since the flower in question grows there in abundance, it has been speculated that Pancratium maritinum is, in fact, the flower to which the Biblical poet is referring.

It gets dark early in Israel in November. The sun sets by about 4:30 p.m. and by half past five, it is completely dark. As we walked south along the coast, the sea and the clouds made for a spectacular sunset. I love seascapes, and I love sunsets – and confronted with the two together, my camera and I had a veritable feast.

I will leave you with the results:


P1030462 שקיעה בחוף דור





This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Posted in Archaeology, History, Nature, Photography, Tourism, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

At the Turning of the Year

The day before yesterday, I got back from a week long trip to London, about which I have every intention of writing “after the holidays” 😉 but for now, since Rosh Hashanah will be upon us in less than two hours, all that is left for me to do is to wish all my readers a Good and a Sweet Year.

שנה טובה   –  Shana Tova

Posted in Religion, Uncategorized | Tagged , | 9 Comments


Today is Tisha b’Av, the 9th of Av – the day on which Jews mourn the destruction of both the First and Second Temples, the First Temple by the Babylonians in 586 BCE and the Second Temple by the Romans, in 70 CE. This we do by fasting, praying and reading the Book of Lamentations.

The Destruction of the Second Temple, in particular, marked the total loss of Jewish sovereignty in the Holy Land and the start of 2000 years of exile. That loss of sovereignty ended with the establishment of the State of Israel in 1948, but Jerusalem remained divided for another 19 years, with no Jew allowed to enter the Jordanian-occupied Old City, or visit the Western Wall.

All that changed with the miraculous Israeli victory over the Jordanians in the Six Day War, in June 1967.
Or did it?
Moshe Dayan, who was then Israel’s Defence Minister, threw away that miracle, by handing the keys of the Temple Mount over to the Muslim Waqf as soon as hostilities had ended, and allowing them to decide who can and who can’t pray at Judaism’s holiest site. And, as expected, the Waqf has determinedly opposed Jewish prayer on the Temple Mount  ever since – even individual prayer. A Jew who murmurs a prayer under his breath, or even displays his grief at our loss of sovereignty over the site of Solomon’s Temple by weeping, is subject to harassment by Waqf officials and is unceremoniously removed from the site by the Israeli Police. That’s if he isn’t arrested for “causing a breach of the peace”.

So, when I heard someone on the radio this morning explaining why he is only going to fast half a day, I pricked up my ears. According to him, while it is right to fast in memory of the disaster that befell us 2000 years ago, we have to take into account that we have regained sovereignty in the land of our ancestors, we have a flourishing society in an independent Jewish state, our people no longer have to wander stateless over the face of the earth and therefore, most of the evil consequences of the fall of Jerusalem and the destruction of the Temple have been mitigated. There are some who go even further and claim that Tisha b’Av no longer has any legitimate place at all in the Jewish calendar, now that Jewish independence has been re-established in our ancient homeland.

I might have bought into that claim a year ago. But then came the recent events on the Temple Mount. Just to recap: on July 14th this year, three Israeli Arab citizens from the town of Umm el-Fahm smuggled firearms onto the Temple Mount (quite possibly with the connivance of members of the Waqf), opened fire on Israeli Police guarding the holy site, murdered two Israeli Druze policemen and were themselves shot dead by other Israeli policemen,

The police reaction was to install metal detectors at the entry points to the Temple Mount (astonishingly, prior to this terrorist atrocity, the only metal detectors in use in this most sensitive area were at the single gate used by non-Muslim visitors to the Mount, as well as at the entrances to the Western Wall Plaza). They also installed extra security cameras along the approach road to the Temple Mount from the Lions’ Gate, the nearest gate in the Old City walls. The Muslim response was to scream blue murder, riot, accuse Israel of attempting to change the status quo (as, indeed, we should have done!) and to refuse to pray on the Temple Mount until all the new security installations were removed. They then claimed that Israel was “preventing Muslims from worshipping freely at their holy site.” The “Palestinian Authority” and the Waqf whipped up the fury of the Muslim mob, by claiming that Israel was threatening Al-Aqsa (a mosque in the south-eastern corner of the Temple Mount which is the third holiest site for Muslims, after Mecca and Medina). As a direct result of their incitement, a “Palestinian” terrorist infiltrated the Jewish town of Neve Tzuf (Halamish) in Samaria on July 21st, and carried out a brutal massacre of a Jewish family.

Incredibly, the Israeli government backed down and removed all the security measures which had been installed following the terrorist attack on the Temple Mount.

Can you conceive of anything so stupid? 2000 years ago, we lost control of the holiest of our holy places. Fifty years ago, we regained control – only to have our government immediately give it away, in a futile gesture of peace. Just over two weeks ago, as a result of Israel failing to exercise full sovereignty over the holy site, Israeli policemen were murdered there. The installation of metal detectors was a logical reaction to such an atrocity, and would have been the perfect opportunity to correct Moshe Dayan’s historic mistake and to reassert Israeli sovereignty over OUR holy site – but our spineless government threw it away!

Today, on Tisha b’Av, when Jews are mourning the loss of our Temple and a few dare to go up to the Temple Mount, they are still prevented from praying there, arrested, dragged away by force by the Israeli Police – and, to cap it all, the “Palestinian Authority” continues to incite against Jews and has the unmitigated gall to claim that the Jews who are flocking to the Western Wall – where they have been accustomed to pray for hundreds of years – are “desecrating Al-Aqsa“!!!

UNESCO has been no less to blame, buying into the Arab lie that denies any Jewish connection to the Temple Mount and even to the Western Wall.

Bearing all this in mind, I cannot agree that the time has come to discard the fast of Tisha b’Av – or even half of it.

Moreover, the causeless hatred (שנאת חינם – sinat chinam) between Jew and Jew, which was the cause of the fall of the Second Temple, is still with us. Tension between Orthodox and Reform Jews, Left-Wing and Right-Wing, Inner-City dwellers and kibbutznikim…. nor is there any shortage of people with an agenda who are happy to exploit such tensions.
Tisha b’Av is a good time to reflect on that and to consider how causeless hatred can be banished – before it brings calamity down upon us once more.

Image result for The Holy Temple in Jerusalem images

Model of the Second Temple


Posted in History, News, Politics, Religion, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 17 Comments