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    November 22

    Looks like @#$% to me

     
    The International Atomic Energy Agency, after investigating the site in Syria allegedly bombed by Israel (I'm not sure how, exactly, as the Syrians refused to cooperate and denied them entry to the actual site) has concluded that the site does actually resemble a nuclear reactor and that significant quantities of uranium have been found there. However, they cannot (or will not) rule out the possibility that the site actually served another purpose.
     
    Hmmm. I hold by the old theory. If it looks like s*** and smells like s*** - then by golly, it must be s***.....

    City of the Patriarchs

    This week's Torah portion is Chayei Sarah, in which we read how, after the death of his beloved wife, Sarah, Abraham purchased the Cave of Machpelah in Kiryat Arba (Hebron) from Ephron, the son of Zohar, to serve as a burial plot. Ephron politely offered it to Abraham for free (not intending to be taken literally, of course) but Abraham, in order to establish an inalienable right of possession, insisted on paying the full price of the cave and of the field in which it was situated. Four hundred silver shekels was the asking price, which Abraham paid in full - no small sum in those days when the contemporary Code of Hammurabi fixed the annual wages of a working man at six or eight shekels.  How right he was to do so! And how ironic that in contemporary Israel, the government has decided to expel Jewish settlers who bought a house in Hebron (for a grossly inflated sum, no doubt), in a perfectly legal transaction. A transaction documented not only on paper but also on film, such a precaution being necessary due to the Palestinian practice of selling land to Jews and then denying it - possibly because Palestinian "law" makes selling land to Jews a capital offence. Can you imagine the chorus of condemnation from the United Nations, the European Community and everybody else (not least, our own Loony Left) if Israeli law made it illegal (let alone a capital offence) to sell land to Arabs?

    The Cave of Machpelah is venerated by the Arabs, rightly so, for they claim descent from Ishmael, Abraham's son by his concubine, Hagar. For centuries, while the Holy Land was under Muslim rule, only Muslims were permitted to enter the Tomb of the Patriarchs. Jews were only permitted to go as far as the seventh step leading up to the huge building, a prohibition continued by the British, during the Mandate. (The British also forbade the blowing of the Shofar at the Western Wall on Rosh Hashana, so as not to offend Muslim sensibilities. Does all this sound familiar?) Yet Ishmael was not buried in the Cave of Machpelah with his father. It was Isaac, Sarah's son, who was laid to rest there in the fullness of the years and his wife, Rebecca, and after that, Jacob and his wife Leah. Only Jacob's second (and most beloved) wife, Rachel, was buried by the wayside, just outside Bethlehem - and even that, the Muslims have the temerity to claim as a Muslim holy place.

    The Bible also tells us, however, that when Abraham died, his sons, Isaac and Ishmael, buried him in the Cave of Machpelah - together. The Midrash interprets this as meaning that at the graveside of their father, the half-brothers were reconciled. Would that it were so!

    November 15

    On Elections, Roadworks and - New Shoes?

     
    No, not those electionsWink. I'm referring to the municipal elections held in Israel earlier this week. The newspapers are talking about "the Obama Effect", i.e. Change. In several municipalities and local councils, veterans of many years standing (in one case, as much as 35 years) were tossed out on their - um, ears - by the local electorate. In Jerusalem, the haredi (ultra-orthodox) incumbent mayor, Uri Lopoliansky, did not stand for re-election. In his place, the haredi community fielded Knesset Member Meir Porush. However, political infighting within the haredi community ensured the election of the secular candidate, Nir Barkat, because the Gur hassidim supported him, rather than vote for their arch-enemy Porush. This is A Good Thing for Jerusalem, as our new mayor-elect is, at least, a Zionist, which, unfortunately, large segments of the ultra-orthodox community are not.
     
    It is pretty generally agreed amongst the ordinary citizens of Jerusalem, that one of the first things the new mayor has to do, is to deal with the general chaos on our roads caused by the building of the light railway, which was supposed to revolutionise Jerusalem's transportation system. Originally billed as "Transport for the 21st Century", it was supposed to be finished in 2003. 2003 came and went and we were told it would all be ready by 2006. Er - no. City Hall was overly optimistic. 2006 came and went and the new deadline was supposed to be 2008. Hallo? Can anyone in City Hall hear me? It's now November 2008. I'm not sure what the current target date is, but I can tell you one thing. Downtown Jerusalem looks like a major building site. For the past 8 years, life on our roads has been rendered hideous by the closure first of this street and then that, the rerouting of traffic, the allocation of certain lanes to public transport only (thus causing horrendous traffic jams in the remaining lanes) and by the digging up of motorways and sidewalks here, there and everywhere, in order to prepare the infrastructure for a light railway which hardly anybody wants and probably won't use. One would have thought, would one not, that it would be possible to dig up each street once, lay the necessary electric cables, gas and phone lines, and then fill it in again, but no! That would be too easy. Apparently, there is some law which requires whoever digs up the road to fill it in again. Thus, everything has to be dig up and refilled, not once but two or three times.
    At present, Jaffa Road, downtown Jerusalem's main artery, stretching from the Central Bus Station to the Old City's Jaffa Gate, resembles nothing so much as one gigantic trench. Jaffa Road is accessible to buses only and even pedestrians have a hard time of it, the pavements being narrow and the number of places where it is possible to cross the road being severely restricted. The noise is horrendous and those of us whose offices face the road are more or less obliged to keep our windows permanently closed, not just because of the noise but because of the dust. The traffic situation being what it is, I decided to walk to a doctor's appointment on Wednesday evening. Gingerly picking my way through the rubble (well, maybe I'm exaggerating just the teeniest bit here, from sheer exasperationWink), I remembered that I need new shoes. (Jaffa Road has possibly the largest conglomeration of shoe shops in town.) I happened to pass a shop selling orthopaedic shoes and it was then that it occurred to me that maybe I should consider splashing out a bit and buying a pair. I spend a great deal of time on my feet, after all. I have to stand up when the judge enters, I stand up when he/she leaves, I have to stand when addressing the Court. Yet the orthopaedic shoes on offer are all pretty hideous - what I would describe as "granny shoes" - except that today's grannies aren't prepared to be fobbed off with ugly, clompy shoes. Today's grannies see no reason why they should not be elegant, as well as comfortable - and neither do I. In fact, there is no reason why any woman should be forced to choose between comfort and elegance. When I appear in court, wearing an elegant suit, I need shoes that do it justice. Yet the health of one's feet affects one's whole body. Uncomfortable shoes are bad for the back and therefore for the neck and, consequently, can also cause headaches. As a result, one becomes bad-tempered and even one's looks are affected.
     
    I am reminded of the story of the King who had three daughters. A handsome prince came to visit their father's court, to choose one of them for his bride. The two elder daughters were accredited beauties and were sure, therefore, that the prince would choose one of themwhereas the youngest had been accustomed all her life to hear herself compared unfavourably with her sisters. On the evening of the prince's arrival, the King held a grand feast in the Great Hall of the castle. It was midwinter and, despite the roaring fire in the hearth, the Hall was cold and drafty. The two eldest princesses, who had dressed themselves up in their finest silken gowns, were almost frozen. In consequence, they looked pale and pinched  and unattractive and their discomfort made them short-tempered and sharp-tongued. The youngest princess, however, was sensibly attired in thick woollen garments, and, being warm and comfortable, her cheeks were red and rosy, her eyes sparkling and her disposition cheerful. Of course, the prince chose her for his bride.
     
    If you substitute shoes for dresses in this story, you will get my drift...

    Eyeless in Gaza

     
    Evidently I am missing something - or else the United Nations Organization is, together with the leaders of the European Union,the refugee relief organizations and the world press.
     
    Hamas rockets are once more raining down on Sderot and the other Israeli cities and settlements bordering the Gaza Strip. In retaliation, Israel has again closed the border crossings and partially halted the supply of fuel to Hamasland. I say "partially", because I understand that we are still supplying 60% of Gaza's fuel requirements. In consequence, we are now being accused by the aforementioned organizations of causing "a humanitarian crisis" in the Gaza Strip and the Palestinians are resorting to their tried-and-true method of holding torchlit demonstrations (see my previous blog entry "The Great Gaza Fraud").
     
    Can someone please explain to me what it is I am not seeing here? Correct me if I am wrong, but Gaza also shares a border with Egypt. How does the closing of the Israel-Gaza border prevent humanitarian supplies from Egypt reaching Gaza?
     
    In fact, one of the following must be true. Either supplies are reaching Gaza from Egypt -  in which case, there can be no "humanitarian crisis" or Egypt too has closed and blockaded her border with Hamasland. If the latter is the case - why is Israel alone being blamed for the "humanitarian crisis"?
     
    November 08

    North, to the Border

     
    We've been having a tough time at work of late. Two prosecutors are on maternity leave and even before that, we were understaffed, and consequently, overworked. However, we had a welcome break on Wednesday and Thursday, for our annual outing. This is customarily a three day event, but, due to the mountain of work, was curtailed to two. We usually alternate, one year going south, to Eilat and the following year, somewhere in the north. This year's outing was supposed to take place in May, but too many people were away or unable to come, so it was postponed till November. That being so, we had intended to go to Eilat, the weather in November being too unreliable for the north, but there were no hotel rooms available, so northward we went. In the event, we were exceedingly lucky, as we were blessed with exceptionally good weather, with temperatures in the mid to upper twenties Celsius. We stayed at the Rosh Ha'Niqra Holiday Village, in chalet-type accommodation. The food, while not exactly cordon bleu, was tasty and filling - what I would describe as "kibbutz-style". Furthermore, since the place is practically empty at this time of year, we had our pick of the best rooms.
     
    Rosh Ha'Niqra is right on the Israel-Lebanon border, a matter of three and a half hours or so by road, but we didn't go there directly. On the way up north, we stopped in Acre, for a tour of the Old City. Then, after lunch, we visited the Strauss Dairies Visitors' Centre in the Bar Lev Industrial Park. It was actually quite interesting to see how all those different cheeses and yoghurts and dairy desserts are processed and packaged. How many of us, spreading our cottage cheese at breakfast, stop to think how it got into those colourful little plastic tubs? Oh, yes, we also saw how the containers and packaging are made. Best of all, of course, was the "Tasting Room", where we got to sample the finished productsWink.
     
    We didn't get to Rosh Ha'Niqra until after five o'clock, when it was already dark. Then, in the evening, after supper, we sat on the terrace outside one of the rooms, sang to the accompaniment of Yair's guitar and played silly games like "Truth or Dare". (I confess, at this stage, I chickened out and retired to my bed.)
     
    The following day, on our way back to Jerusalem, we stopped in Haifa, to have a go at "Karting". I think this is what is called "Go-Karting" in English. I'm not sure, as this was the first time I had encountered such a sport and I was rather apprehensive, as I do not drive. Frankly, it was rather frightening. I managed to crash my vehicle into a wall made of tyres on (I think) my second circuit. Even so, my team managed to come in second (out of five). I suppose it was fun, in a way, but I'm not sure I want to repeat the experience. Anyway, here's an idea of what it's like:
     
               
     
    And here are the winning teams, with our medals:  
            
     Haifa, winners at Karting (3)
     
    The second half of the day was given over to a visit in the beautiful Bahai Gardens, with their 19 terraces (19 being a number of special significance in the Bahai faith). These hanging gardens are a sea of tranquillity amid the bustle of Haifa, which, besides being Israel's chief port, is also a major industrial centre. As no words of mine can do justice to their beauty, I will say no more about them, but invite you to look at the pictures which I will be posting at a later date.
     
    Our annual outing is officially denoted "a study trip", for the purposes of petitioning the Court not to schedule hearings for the duration of the trip. As you can see, we managed to combine education and fun. It's a pity it was only two days - particularly so as I discovered, to my consternation, that I was supposed to be the Prosecutor on Duty over the weekend, a fact which had somehow slipped my notice, as it wasn't registered in my diary. That meant only a very curtailed weekend, to be followed by three days of back-to-back court appearances tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday. Had it not been for the tiyul (trip or outing, in Hebrew), I don't know how I would have been able to face it.
     
    So, tomorrow it's back to the grindstone. Well, I suppose that I should be grateful that I have a job to go to. The current global economic crisis is already causing redundancies. We had a couple of days of escapism (I rarely listen to the news when I'm on holiday), but now it's back to the real world.
     
    Have a good week everyone, or, as we say in Hebrew, Shavua Tov.
     
                                                   שבוע טוב