I’m very confused tonight. It was a long day of meetings, a trip to Masada, a trip to the Dead Sea, more meetings… Much was discussed, including meeting our first Arab Israeli and hearing his point of view about the two-state solution (which he believes in.) We talked about issues of identity, masculinity, telling your own narrative and not accepting the one that is told for you… But I regret that I can’t quite get my head around it all to make sense of it. I wish I could.
I did have a thought for a play. A man who sues his country for stealing his narrative. ”I am not that man you have told me and are telling others I am.” If anybody figures out how that’s a play, I’ll kiss you on both cheeks. And you get your choice of cheeks. And I don’t want it to be a drama. Satire. Any help out there in the blogosphere?
I’m getting more and more fond of the bloggers. They’re getting menschier as the trip goes on and I’m losing more and more of my bias. I don’t know why I had such a strong bias against them. They’re writers, after all. Or maybe that’s why I was biased. Some form of self-hatred. Or fear of technology. Or just because they were called the bloggers and I didn’t really have a title. Anyhow, they’re pretty decent guys.
I’m missing my wife and daughter very much. I was at a restaurant today and the chef and I spoke for a while. I was telling her about Eliza, and how she calls me “Dad-do” and how when I call her “Eli-zo” back, she says, “No, Eli-za.” Then, tonight, when I called home, she called me “Blue Dad-do” and I called her “Green Eli-Zo.” She said, “No, pink Eli-Zo.” Is she brilliant or what?
Life can sometimes seem so simple and perfect.