Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Strangers with Fiction: Ten Shekels

So, it is already Elul.  Wow. How quickly a year goes. As we enter this month of introspection and reflection that leads up to the new year, I wanted to share a short story inspired by real-life, as observed last year in Tel Aviv.  

This piece does multiple things.  It let me work on my Hebrew.  It let me document an interesting and beautiful sight at a restaurant my first night in town.  I really got to work on descriptions.  

But most importantly, it let me think.  I hope it does for you, too.

Ten Shekels.
By Kayla Lee.
Copyright 2013/5773.

        “Rosh Chodesh! Rosh Chodesh!”
Yoav looked up from his Mesoamerican temple of receipts at the lady in the doorway of his restaurant.  He entertains all kinds in his little Mexican joint, but mostly tourists or wayward aliyot who have still yet to grasp Modern Hebrew.  That’s what he has come to know and expect from his little corner of Ben Yehuda Street; that’s what keeps the menus bilingual and his business in business.
  This lady, worn tough by the Middle Eastern sun from above and the radiant Tel Aviv heat from below, stood like a question mark in the doorway.  She repeated her call of the new month, barring her toothless grin.  Sparse gray hair corkscrewed out from her dusty, dirty, once-pink hat, now mauve from poverty.  Her purple plaid blouse creased easily to her thin shoulders, tenting over the remainder of her gaunt frame.  
  She was a Rosh Chodesh Beggar; and this was Rosh Chodesh Elul. Elul coincided with August this year; vacationers paired with the observant should bode well for his business this month.
  Yoav pushed back from his office-slash-waiters station, and dug into his pocket, fishing out a ten-shekel coin; there were bigger bills to catch in that pocket, but the coin is what he hooked with his index finger.  Standing with the effort of men well twice his age of 36, he stepped of the slight landing, walking over to the lady, handing her the two-toned piece.  Her frail hands captured the token as quick as a venus fly trap. She also caught his hand and his eye contact.
“Todah.”  Thank you.   May the Creator grant you peace and comfort in this month of retrospection and the New Year.
Yoav smiled at the sincerity of this woman as she let go and left.  Closing his eyes with a soft chuckle, he turned to return to his workspace, shrugging his shoulders to one of his servers as the asked silently what that s all about.
“Rosh Chodesh” was all he could respond to his questioning wait staff. 
Secular Yoav had seen it all before: the begging, the prayers, the blessings.  In truth, though, there wasn’t enough of Rachel’s red wool in Jerusalem to make him think differently.  Regardless of which New Year was being brought in; he remained relatively confident about his life, his choices—his outlook over his bills and the growth of his business attested to this.
       Dropping his glasses back down onto nose from his graying bristle-brush hair, he watched the lady slowly progress down his street.  With one last smirk and shake of his head, Yoav went back to work balancing his books, the same company he has kept New Year in and New Year out. At one point in life he may have wished for more, but the present situation always seemed more pressing than the future; that would take care of itself, he always thought. He looked down at this past, present, and future—a pile of fading bills and crumpled receipts with one lone photograph on the desk’s horizon of The One.  Occasionally his eyes caught the one moment that camera’s flash enlightened; it was their last night of college, their first night together, and one of many moments he wished he could relive.  Most of all, it was the reminded that there are no real do overs in life, just move outs and ons. 
        With this, his cynical mind went back to that lady with those shekels.  That lady who, no matter, seemed to believe that everyone can begin anew, and she was going with those shekels.  He couldn’t wedge that thought into any little crack of his mental being. What was she going to do with that solo coin? It was just a measly ten shekels.  
  He guessed she could buy a bottle of water—those big, clear, flavored bottles, the ones that fill those corner cages all over Tel Aviv.  There had been August days where he wished he could have just one more bottle, one more sip.  She must be on her way to the AM/PM, he reasoned; she needed water.
She could also ride the bus, he thought.  Yes, she could spend however long in air conditioning on the Dan’s Number Ten.  In this heat, that would definitely be a comfort, even if it was short-lived.
If she were a coffee drinker, she could perhaps get a cappuccino, but that could be a stretch without another kind heart and another ten shekels.  Maybe that was where she went: She headed down to a corner café on Mapu Street, and she was enjoying a nice frothy coffee with a pomegranate swirled into the foam.  
      His current server on duty, Ronia (Ronnie for short), walked by in the midst of this moment. 
“Rega.”  Wait, Ronnie.  What would you do with 10 shekels?
Ronnie paused in her steps, the confusion fused to her face.  
“Ma?” What are you talking about? 
Again, Yoav asked.  What would you do with 10 shekels?
Ronnie had been employed by Yoav for the better part of five years; her ever increasing wardrobe of black, off black, and charcoal would support this.  She’s come to know and appreciate his idiosyncrasies, and that it was always best to go along with him rather than against him. But it was so more fun to make him think.
Hugging the serving tray to her chest, she shrugged her shoulders.  She didn’t know.  What would you do without it?
“Slicha?”  What are you talking about?
Think about it.  If you didn’t have it, would it matter what you could do with it? No, it wouldn’t. If you didn’t know it was an option—having just ten shekels, no more no less—would you even bother thinking about it? 
      Placing her tray down close enough to the bills to send a couple floating to the floor, she took out her coin purse, cracking it open, and revealing several selections coins that totaled to 42 shekels (and some odd arogot). 
See, she said.  I don’t have to worry about just ten shekels, because mine had 32 other to help. She returned the purse to her pocket. Imagine if I didn’t have those 32.  Imagine if I didn't have two. Then ten would really be something. 
The cook’s dinging bell incited a Pavlovian response in Ronnie, who went to retrieve the completed entrées. 
      Seriously, she continued as she piled her tray with the order; if you didn’t know you had it, would you worry about these things?  Of course not.  Now, if you found just the ten shekels on the street, a surprise at your feet, then you would have something to think about.  
      Carrying her loaded tray, she brought to the no doubt tourist or wayward aliyot her vegetarian fajitas and another bottle of Coke. The caramelized sweetness of the fresh-now-flavorful food curled through the air.  
Yoav supposed Ronnie had a point; if we don’t know what we have, we might as well not have it.  
That lady had ten whole shekels to do with what she wanted.
All Yoav had was bills.  

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #31 and #32

Studying literature really messes with your brain.  It makes you think everything stands for something. Nothing happens just because; it all written with purpose and intent. Sometimes we carry this thought away from the seriffed pages and into the real world.

It meant something to me that I saw and photographed this piece of art on a wall near Kikar Rabin:

As I have alluded to before, the assassination of Prime Minister Rabin was a pivotal point in my life--it was my introduction to the land I have come to love as my own.  The complexities of his assassination parallel his mission, then and now.  For him, then, I put this serendipitous crane photo to the best use possible: A Memorial to his words for our future.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #30

I made it 30 Days!  Woohoo!

There are so many things I love about Israel, I cannot get myself to say "The reason I love Israel is...", because there just is not one single thing.  The place as a whole makes my soul smile.  I like to explain it to those back home as if it was a perfectly casted movie--everyone in that land has a purpose and a plan for it, whatever it may be; this is right down to how cohesive interactions are that one might just think that it was all scripted.  This often ties into a "Chosen People" tangent, but I won't take you down that road.

Where I will take is to a beach in Tel Aviv, at sunset, and the man who was selected to do this was doing it quite well.

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #29

One of my favorite places in Tel Aviv is Bialik Square.  Home to a couple smaller but incredible museums, it is a nice little spot to get lost.  I got lost on there one day last June, happily next to a beautiful fountain.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #27

This is iconic Tel Aviv.  The Dan Hotel on HaYarkon Street is something that cannot be missed while in Tel Aviv.  Literally.  You can see if from basically every vantage point on the beach.  Thank goodness it's pretty.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #26

It was warm in northern Minnesota; I can't imagine what it was like in Jerusalem.  Last August, a group of children knew how to beat the heat--they spent the morning at Teddy Park.  This would have been a great way to spend today here in the northland.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #25

I loved Shabbat in Tel Aviv.  The sun dipped into the Mediterranean Sea, cooling the Tel Aviv coastline with hues of pinks and purples.  It is a great sight, and an amazing sense.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #24

I love the Azrieli Towers.  They are the adult version of that child's toy where shaped blocks were dropped into a corresponding hole.  I love the clean lines and simple design.  She's a beauty to me.

I feel fortunate to have been able to catch this marvel from the back seat and through a tinted tour bus window; I am blessed to have it clean up how it did.

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #23

Somewhere, across the sea...these people are sailing.

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #22

Who needs the Olympics when you have the Maccabiah Games?

Ok, I do--they are both just too much fun!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #21

Why, hello!  This adorable family of cats called Jaffa/Yafo home (they had a sweet little sibling meowing away outside of the Gelateria).

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #20

Blooms amongst blooms at the Carmel Market in Tel Aviv.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #19

So many different ways to get around Tel Aviv...what's your favorite? (Mine is by foot;-)

Friday, August 8, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #18

We've looked at Jerusalem, and we peeked at Tel more needs attentions.

So, #ThisIsHaifa:

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #15

I love the Carmel Market--Shuk HaCarmel if you want to sound local. There is something for every sense at this Tel Aviv attraction, and it appeals to every shopper--from the fresh-veggies vegan to the wannabe informercial shopper.  One particular item someone was selling was this bubble gun.

I didn't get one, but I did get a picture.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #13

The first major graffiti in my hometown was met with an instant paint job, which only created a tone-on-tone art job.  In Tel Aviv, however, it is an art form; one could look at the corners and walls of urban expression as defacing, but by not embracing it, that one would be missing out an a huge element of visual creativity in this city by the sea.

I like the thoughts of this Lego Man, painted in place somewhere along Bograshov. 

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #12

A favorite from the Jerusalem Light Festival (which will be better seen in a post dedicated to the event at a later date).

Friday, August 1, 2014

Vignette Vacation: Israel through Photos #11

I love Bing.  Google's good, too, and the ever-changing banner makes me giggle; however, I prefer photographic amazement, which Bing provides daily.

Lately, though, they have had what appeared to be photos of models--of the Arc de Triomphe and Herzliya were two of these focal points.  Long and somewhat embarrassing story of me talking about a mini-world on display somewhere, I learned it was tilt-shift photography.  This is better captured by a tilt-shift lens, but can be replicated with some similarities in Photoshop.

I thought I would apply this technique to photo I took that has already been edited into recognition.  When I traveled to the Dead Sea and Masada, it was via a tour bus; when we went around Jerusalem, I was able to capture the city from a different vantage point.  When I loaded it, it was treacherous.  Window glare, blur...ish.  I'll save you that horror, and who you the Jerusalem I saw:
Still not perfect, but a VAST improvement!
I liked the little details in this photo; based on what I knew about tilt-shift photography, this provided a pretty good base for at least and attempt.  This is what that attempt yielded:
I see the effect most around the Old City walls.
Not perfect, but not too bad either.  Visit J-Lem, take a pic or two, and try it for yourself!