Bibi
Last Wednesday (the night before my Ulpan final), I walked five minutes out of the Kfar Studentim (student village) to the Hyatt Regency hotel nearby to see PM Netanyahu speak. I walked into the hotel unnoticed, waited in a line for security, and after about half an hour was ushered into a small conference room, with probably less than 200 people. I grabbed a seat in the fifth row and sat down with the translator headphones I had been given upon entry to the conference room. About 15 minutes later, the Prime Minister of Israel walked into the room. Take a look at the view from my seat:
Absolutely surreal. Imagine if Obama were to speak in the small gym at Aptakisic, and all you had to do to get in was to literally walk in (and pass through a metal detector), and then once in, you got fifth row seats with virtually no effort at all (I could have gotten a seat in the first row but it was all the way at the end; still I kind of regret not shaking his hand because it would have been so easy to do so). That's what this was like.
His speech was very different from the kinds of political speeches you'd here in the US. "Bibi", as he is affably nicknamed, wasn't running for anything. There were no lofty words of hope or change. And he wasn't particularly PC either, at least in the English translated version of the speech I heard. He told it how it was. At first, he started talking about the city of Jerusalem, how it was the home of the Jewish people, and how small it was - he pointed up and mentioned a soldier's name who had been killed just three years earlier, two stories directly above where Bibi was standing. He discussed this soldier's sacrifice and tremendous courage for about five minutes of his 35 minute speech. The anecdote wasn't used as an emotional rallying cry - there was no push to fight back, to retaliate. Instead, Bibi waved his arms to the left and the right, mentioning how the streets around the hotel (the same streets I walk every day, running around Hebrew University) had a remarkable coexistence of Arabs and Jews, and he expressed the belief that one day, the rest of the country would get to that point. How it was possible.
The most surprising part was when Bibi dovetailed his speech into a rant against Iran. It's clearly the #1 issue, but he didn't speak in the careful, balanced tones I expected from a politician. He told us, after mentioning that he was aware there were a lot of Hebrew University students in the small crowd (we all cheered) that he was telling us the same thing that he told Obama five days ago, and Hillary three days ago. He told us how he had been warning against Iran's nuclear presence for seven years and that finally, now, the cat was out of the bag for everyone and there was no denying the truth. The only remaining question, he said, was how the international community would respond - would they impose the sorts of strict sanctions against Iran that were necessary for Iran to hold off on the nuclear program, or would they allow Iran to set off a nuclear arms race in the Middle East, threatening not only Israel but the entire world?
Bibi never came across as pleading, or desperate, or helpless. But it took me a while to realize that his speech was a cry for help from the international community. Israel can't stop Iran on its own. This was such a different tone from the sorts of speeches I was used to hearing, how "WE" need to do this or "WE" won't stand for that. This was very clearly a diplomatic call for help against Iran.
It was an amazing, unforgettable experience to get that close to a world leader, especially the PM of Israel. I kept wondering how it was so easy to just walk into the hotel and see him - why would he give a speech there? Well, Israel's a small country, and he wanted to be at the furthest east point possible to make a statement - like Israel still has a presence in East Jerusalem. Why weren't more people there? Most Israelis are making about 1/2 as much money as Americans, but they are paying the same price for everything - they are more concerned with getting by than listening to schemes about international politics. Even so, the ones who were interested have the opportunity to see the PM in such an intimate setting so often - he was in Herzelia (right next to Tel Aviv) and Eilat just a few weeks before - that it's not really that huge a deal. Israel's a small country, I have to keep telling myself, and the football stadium-sized speeches that I'm used to just don't happen here. There's not enough people.
End of Ulpan
I got an 84 on my Ulpan final (somehow, without studying), and while the final grade is still pending, it doesn't matter at all because the credit doesn't transfer. School starts today (Sunday), with my first class at 4:30 - Foreign Politics of Israel. I've heard so many good things about this class, and it's probably my most anticipated class of the semester. The professor, Medzini, is supposed to be amazing, and I'm signed up for another one of his classes - The Middle East: Coexistance and Rapprochement - so hopefully the hype is true. After that, I have an internship class from 6:30-8:30. It's kind of a weird time for classes but I like having free time during the day; now I finally can go pick up toilet paper.
Negev
We spent the weekend in a small town called Arod, in the middle of the Negev desert. After getting up at 6 am on Friday, we got there at 8 and promptly spent the next five hours hiking in the desert. It was awesome. Here's a pic of the view:
We went bug catching and caught a scorpion, lizard, and millipede. The guide knew EVERYTHING there was to know about bugs, and just desert life in general. Throughout the hike, he stopped us multiple times to eat the plants. They were delicious. We collected them and made tea and fried them into chips later in the hike. Shabbat was another amazing dinner, and then Saturday largely consisted of laying out in the 80 degree sun, listening to music, talking, and reading. We got an intense game of whiffleball going later. Overall it was an extremely relaxing weekend, I got some color, and I learned the best way to poop in the desert: hold a friends arms and both of you lean back at once (didn't try it, it was just one of the guide's words of wisdom).
After just getting back from the Negev, it's hard to believe I'm headed for Istanbul in four days, or that Purim is in a week. Crazy. And I am really really starting to appreciate the constant warm weather - why do we put up with snow in Chicago? WHY???? IT'S SO NICE OUT ALL THE TIME HERE. WHY DO WE LIVE WHERE IT'S FREEZING AND SNOWING FOR HALF THE YEAR? IT MAKES NO SENSE!!!
shalom







