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A funny look at death

A funny look at death

David Bloom, left, and Richard Newman share two different roles in Western Gold Theatre’s production of Caryl Churchill’s Here We Go, which is at PAL Studio Theatre until May 25. (photo by Colleen Bayati)

“I love Caryl Churchill – she is quirky,” actor Rosy Frier-Dryden told the Independent. “She makes you think, makes you work. You can’t just rely on lines! You have to bring her lines to life.”

Frier-Dryden co-stars in Western Gold Theatre’s production of Churchill’s Here We Go, which centres around a funeral. Director Kathryn Bracht describes the work as “a deceptively simple, 45-minute exploration on death and dying that is a surrealist meditation wrapped up in her crafty, clever dialogue.”

For the run at PAL Studio Theatre, which goes to May 25, Frier-Dryden is joined by fellow Jewish community members David Bloom and Richard Newman in the cast, which is rounded out by Bernard Cuffling, Kate Robbins and Peihwen J. Tai.

“Without giving all of the storyline away, the general structure of the play is that it’s in three parts: a funeral scene; a monologue scene, where the deceased speaks; and a final scene without words,” explained Newman.

“We did our first runs today, and it’s quite remarkable how the three scenes build on each other to explore relationships with aging and death,” added Bloom. “It’s startlingly funny and weirdly moving.”  

Bloom and Newman share roles, as do the other actors: Frier-Dryden with Robbins, and Cuffling with Tai.

“In half of the shows, I am on stage in the first third playing one of five people attending a funeral,” said Newman. “In the other half of the shows, I play the subject of the funeral, the guy who died, who has a lengthy monologue – six pages of script, to be precise. This monologue is brilliantly written – emotional, scary and, always, funny. Quite a challenge, but such a great scene to play.

“Because of Churchill’s writing and Kathryn Bracht’s direction, each actor has a lot of leeway to interpret their lines and define their characters. Like me, David will have his own interpretation of both roles, and we’ve agreed not to watch each other, so we’ll not be influenced by the other – we’re developing our characters independently. Each of us rehearses alone in the room with the director.”

Frier-Dryden also spoke enthusiastically about the latitude the actors have in this play.

“The most marvellous thing is, you are allowed to create your own character, based on what Caryl Churchill writes and the freedom she gives you,” said Frier-Dryden. “In the first scene, I am playing a character that is older and a big personality. She is a Londoner, upper class, and lives in Eaton Square with a vast array of friends. She had an affair with the guy whose funeral we are attending. In the final scene, she is ill, has dementia and she is slipping away. She and her husband have come to terms.”

photo - Rosy Frier-Dryden’s character in Here We Go had an affair with the man whose funeral the characters have come to attend
Rosy Frier-Dryden’s character in Here We Go had an affair with the man whose funeral the characters have come to attend. (photo by Colleen Bayati)

“Caryl Churchill is quite simply a remarkable playwright,” said Western Gold Theatre artistic director Tanja Dixon-Warren. “She has an extraordinary command of language and deep understanding of human nature. Her work is very reminiscent of Pinter and Beckett, in that the text is pared down to its absolute essentials. There is nothing extraneous or gratuitous.

“She has a distinctive, truly singular approach to writing,” Dixon-Warren continued. “Very often there is no punctuation, and lines are not assigned to specific characters, thus allowing the director and actors to find multiple stories and characters within the piece – knowing that they will bring their life experience to the work. This requires that the director, actors, designers really dig into the play, to find all the nuances and be very, very specific about what they are saying. Her material is, essentially, just the beginning of the conversation.”

It certainly has the actors thinking beyond the play and about their own lives: Bloom is 65, Newman is 78 and Frier-Dryden is 90.

“I find myself being grateful for being alive and still being able to move around under my own power,” said Bloom, who commented that the monologue “is both a marathon and a sprint” in which he immerses himself every bus journey, so he’s physically and emotionally exhausted at the end of each day.

“I think about my parents a lot,” he added, “because the play reminds me of their last years and the different ways they faced bodily decline and death. There’s a scene I’m not in that brings up heartbreaking memories of my father’s last years. But, mostly, I’m so delighted to be working on such a beautiful piece of writing with a group of wonderful people, many of whom are even older than I am.”

“You start to think about what’s really important, what I want to do with whatever is left of my life,” said Newman, who has lost many friends in the last year-and-a-half or so.

“What strikes me most strongly is that I am enjoying being here and am looking forward to sticking around to enjoy life as best as I can, as long as I can,” he said. “I consider myself fortunate – I run, work at keeping my body as healthy as I can – and believe my mind will follow…. This play kind of dovetails with my life and the issues and experiences that arise, the things I’m doing and how I’m dealing with life at this age. It’s a kind of serendipity to be in this play.

“At the end of the day,” said Newman, “I’m reminded that life is a gift, a miracle. I have my work, friends both young and old, family. I’m blessed.”

Here We Go also resonates with Frier-Dryden, who recently lost a family member.

“I have lived through the deaths of many, especially recently, and I think of this play and its themes … all the time,” she said. “I am not just going to rehearse – I am going with the knowledge that someone dear has died, and I can send them off and honour them. I love that every day I think of the person I loved, and he is gone, but not gone.”

“Here We Go features some of the best actors in Vancouver,” concluded Newman. “This will be unlike anything you’re liable to see in the Vancouver theatre season! I hope people will come to the show to watch our performances.”

For tickets to Here We Go, visit westerngoldtheatre.org. 

Format ImagePosted on May 9, 2025May 8, 2025Author Cynthia RamsayCategories Performing ArtsTags aging, Caryl Churchill, David Bloom, death, dying, Here We Go, mortality, Richard Newman, Rosy Frier-Dryden, theatre, Western Gold Theatre

Approaching final judgment

I know I have sinned. Haven’t we all? How then to achieve redemption when I have this whole mountain of transgressions looming over me? I can see it clearly every time I look in the mirror. Was it Yogi Berra who said, “Don’t look back, they may be gaining on ya”? Well, I do look back, and I do see the mountain of my failings. 

My problem is that I don’t really, really believe that all those things on the pile are so bad. But then I think about “the Judge,” and hope that He is a reasonable entity. Haven’t I all sorts of mitigating circumstances that I could raise to alleviate any judgment? (I know the record in history shouldn’t lead me to be so confident.)

I have read that, in ancient times, He was pretty harsh because He had to be to prove a point. Rules were immutable. Those who erred against His rules were just erased. The earth opened up and swallowed them up. Some were turned to pillars of salt, some swept away by raging waters, impaled on the swords of the righteous who were rewarded, ravaged by plagues or the Angel of Death. All manner of things of a nasty kind were visited upon those who crossed Him. He sure hated to be contradicted.

But Abraham was able to negotiate some matters with Him, and Jacob wrestled with the angel and survived. Job was restored to his honoured state, and Jonah survived his defiance of the Almighty. David was even able to mollify Him in spite of his own heinous crimes, and he retained the honour of having a descendant who would usher in the End of Days.

Surely these are good signs. Why couldn’t I negotiate a soft landing? I have written some poems, like David, and I can’t imagine that my sins approach the gravity of his biggie. What about all my good will, my good intentions, the milk of human kindness that pours from my being – they have to count for something.

OK, obviously I will not be given the right to build the Third Temple in Jerusalem – and I’m not sure that’s a very good idea right about now, anyway. I also will not likely be recognized as a light upon my nation, or any nation. Even though I think some of my doings are worthy and my writings are prophetic and of divine origin. I have tried with all my might to be a hero. (Well, most of the time!) 

I will be happy and satisfied if my grandchildren continue to speak to me, or at least say hello. I accept that mine will be a small life. It took me quite a few years to accept that the best things I ever produced were my children. And a great-grandchild! And I can’t even take all the credit for that.

I was hoping I would accomplish more, but I guess my spirit was too weak and small in size. I was hoping I would make some small mark on the wall of time. Now I would be satisfied if I could point to an unsigned abrasion. That’s how it is when reality sets in and we look around us at all the time that has flown. I ask myself, when is it that I will actually begin to do those world-shaking things that I had inwardly resolved, or foolishly promised, to do?

I will have to be content with the derring-do of my children and grandchildren. And my great-grandchild, the beautiful Shaked! Mayhap they will be blessed with those better elements of DNA that did not find their fruition in what I was able to offer.

I look forward to seeing it all when I have passed the final muster. I know I will have a real negotiating job to do. That may be my finest hour. After all, none of us knows the final outcome. Those with the strongest faith and belief carry forward what is essentially a fervent hope. I can join that congregation. I can look forward to the trial that defines my redemption. I can look forward to viewing the future that will become my children’s past. That is worth fighting for with all the heroic energy I can gather. 

Whether or not the energy I consist of returns to the vast storehouse from which new lives are dispatched, I know that the DNA I leave behind will not be relegated to dead storage. I retain the hope, as do all who came before me, and follow after, that there are redeeming qualities in what I leave behind, whatever my personal fate.

I know that whatever the outcome for me regarding redemption, there will be some part of me that is reincarnated. We are all blessed by that potentiality. What a glorious vision that presents! I shall hope it is not watered down by my sins. I shall hope that my potentials will not suffer from my bull-headed insistence on attempting to negotiate a private treaty of redemption, that they will not be diluted as a punishment. 

Yet, I do still hope to strike a better deal than I deserve for my delays, my prevarications, my impatience with the disciplines of orthodoxy, my confidence that time has tempered the rigidity of Mosaic law. No votes, please – there are so many who would speak out against me and so few to argue in my favour. I confess I have been seduced by the convenience of laxity in the face of strict religious practice.

Perhaps I can find a good lawyer. It is always a great idea to present a good case. I intend to be an active participant in my defence and to energetically press my case. I wonder what the rules are in that court of last resort. I intend to call my children and grandchildren as character witnesses. 

Max Roytenberg is a Vancouver-based poet, writer and blogger. His book Hero in My Own Eyes: Tripping a Life Fantastic is available from Amazon and other online booksellers.

Posted on December 13, 2024December 11, 2024Author Max RoytenbergCategories Op-EdTags death, end-of-life, Judaism, lifestyle, memoir, redemption, reflections, religion
Art transcends our lives

Art transcends our lives

Little Richard, left, and Jackie Shane. A still from the film Any Other Way: The Jackie Shane Story, which closes the DOXA Documentary Film Festival on May 11. (image from NFB and Banger Films)

An incredible voice, a charismatic performer, a unique human being. Yet, most of us have never heard of Jackie Shane, a rising R&B star in the 1950s and ’60s, who appeared to disappear in 1971.

Michael Mabbott and Lucah Rosenberg-Lee’s feature-length documentary Any Other Way: The Jackie Shane Story closes the DOXA Documentary Film Festival on May 11 at Simon Fraser University’s Djavad Mowafaghian Cinema. In addition to Toronto Jewish community member Rosenberg-Lee, who may attend the festival, Winnipeg Jewish community member Toby Gillies is coming to Vancouver with co-director Natalie Baird for the May 10 screening of their short, Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying, which also takes place at SFU’s Djavad Mowafaghian Cinema.

An R&B legend

A Banger Films and National Film Board of Canada co-production, Any Other Way mixes animation and real-life footage, using Shane’s music, recorded phone conversations between Mabbott and Shane, as well as other interviews, photos and the sole recorded performance of Shane to tell the transgender artist’s story. And it’s a fascinating story, from her leaving her home of Nashville, because of safety concerns, as a queer person, to being a musician in a traveling carnival, to leaving the carnival for Montreal, then leaving Montreal for Toronto, where she immediately felt at home. 

By 1963, Shane was a sensation. Her recording of “Any Other Way” was a hit, even though radio stations in Toronto at the time generally did not play Black music – people called CHUM Radio so much they had to play the song and it rose to #2. Shane was invited onto The Ed Sullivan Show but turned them down because they wouldn’t let her perform with makeup, dressed as she wanted; she didn’t do American Bandstand, saying it was a racist show. Shane chose not to do other shows or tour. She recorded her one live album in Toronto.

But not being able to be her true self took its toll and Shane walked away from her success in 1971, changed her name and moved. “I chose Los Angeles because I wanted to feel something else,” she says in the film.

For family reasons, she eventually had to return to Nashville, where she became a recluse, only emerging in 2016 for a reissue of her songs. Nominated for a Grammy in 2018, she was ready to tour, but died in 2019, before that could happen.

Among the treasures found in Shane’s storage unit was an autobiography she had handwritten, as well as unreleased recordings. 

“Those discoveries … were incredible,” said Mabbott in an interview on the NFB website. “After Jackie passed away, we started working with her family, who didn’t know that Jackie existed, and then inherited her incredible archive. As they were discovering who Jackie was, we were understanding her through her jewelry and tapes. What was also born out of that is the family’s story, which was a slightly unexpected creative approach.

“Hearing the family talk about her, learn about her legacy and describe what it meant to them was obviously very personal but also really universal. This is a family that lived blocks away from her, didn’t know she was there and missed out on having her. I think that a lot of us feel that loss and that translates in all sorts of ways.”

Happy imaginings

image - A still from the short Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying, co-directed by Toby Gillies and Natalie Baird, which screens May 10 at SFU’s Djavad Mowafaghian Cinema, as part of this year’s DOXA festival.
A still from the short Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying, co-directed by Toby Gillies and Natalie Baird, which screens May 10 at SFU’s Djavad Mowafaghian Cinema, as part of this year’s DOXA festival. (image from NFB)

The NFB short film Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying also explores loss. The PR material describes the seven-minute work as a “meditation on love, grief and imagination,” which “celebrates life and the transformative ability of art to elevate and transcend us.” 

Featuring Edith Almadi, the short uses Almadi’s artwork and words to spur contemplation of the bonds people form, and what it’s like to lose a loved one. In this case, Almadi is recalling her son, who recently died. 

“I fly with him,” she says, and she feels happiness. In the animation of Almadi’s artwork, we see her son fly to the moon and beyond, with fairies, butterflies and other creatures. Not only is she with her son in her art, but also with everyone she loves. In her imagination, she is totally free.

“Our initial motivation for interviewing Edith was to save memories for ourselves – we find the way she speaks fascinating and poetic,” write Gillies and Baird in a directors’ statement. “When Edith looks at her drawings, she sees her memories and fantasies. She is able to escape her physical circumstance, through entering her marker and watercolour worlds.”

Gillies and Baird have led an art program at Winnipeg’s Misericordia Health Centre since 2014, and that’s where they met Almadi, a Hungarian immigrant in her late 80s, who uses a wheelchair.

“In our time knowing Edith, she has always loved sharing her outlook publicly,” the directors write. “As we have developed the film, we have shown Edith our progress along the way. She says, ‘That’s me’ and ‘That’s all I have to give’ proudly. Facilitating art-making in this personal care home has allowed us to meaningfully connect with many people in their last stages of life. As directors, this film gives us the opportunity to share this one particular experience of intimacy found through collaborative art-making.”

DOXA runs May 2-12. For tickets and the full festival lineup, visit doxafestival.ca. 

Format ImagePosted on April 26, 2024April 26, 2024Author Cynthia RamsayCategories TV & FilmTags aging, Banger Films, death, documentaries, DOXA, Edith Almadi, history, imagination, loss, Lucah Rosenberg-Lee, Michael Mabbott, Natalie Baird, National Film Board, NFB, R&B, Toby Gillies

Stories of resilience shared

A family fleeing war, aided by acquaintances from a lifetime of hospitality. A person’s choice to be the light in a dark world after a loved one was murdered. The creation of a vital medical resource as a tribute to a father who died too young. These three stories were shared at the event A Night of Hope, which was held at the Jewish Community Centre of Greater Vancouver Nov. 30. The three stories of resilience were intended to give hope in response to the trauma Jews worldwide have experienced since Oct. 7.

Rabbi Susan Tendler, spiritual leader of Beth Tikvah Congregation in Richmond, shared “the unlikely story” of how she became a rabbi, in part because of the trauma of having experienced the murder of a loved one.

In the year 2000, she recalled, “I was living my best life.” She thought she knew who she would marry, she had a dream job as a teacher in Israel and was planning on making aliyah.

photo - Rabbi Susan Tendler
Rabbi Susan Tendler (photo by Pat Johnson)

“I returned to the United States to get my affairs in order before making the big move as the Second Intifada broke out,” she said. Global conflict was compounded in the personal realm when her engagement was broken off. With foreign students avoiding Israel, her job was suddenly eliminated. Things began looking up, though, when she met Mike, “who showed me what partnership might look like.”

“And then, one night, he was brutally murdered,” she said. Five young men, joyriding, had crashed a car and needed another vehicle.

“They came upon Mike and murdered him, not even for his wallet. Just for fun,” Tendler said. “Just to take his car a few miles down the road before they ditched it.”

The murder plummeted her into depths of darkness.

“I couldn’t understand how such palpable evil could exist in the world,” she recalled. “How could a human being, created in the image of the divine, not understand life as sacred? What were the lives of those individuals that they didn’t hold this basic value as truth? And, by doing so, those five young men took the sanctity out of this world for me, for Mike’s family and his friends. I really didn’t care to live in a world with such sheer evil. It wasn’t that I was suicidal – I knew the difference and I wasn’t – I just really didn’t care to live or to die.”

She cited the Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai, who wrote that the Jewish people are “infected with hope.”

“We are taught to love others, to embrace others and to share our burdens with others,” Tendler said. “We need not struggle alone…. So, as I held on, people rallied, surrounded me and guided me through the darkness.”

Overcoming this and other personal and geopolitical traumas led her to an important insight.

“I came to realize that, if I didn’t like living in a world full of darkness and evil, then I needed to be the light,” she said. “I needed to choose life. I needed to choose hope and spread kindness, goodness and godliness to others.

“The world needs us right now,” she continued. “We all have hope coursing through our veins. Certainly, it has been weakened and doubted [since Oct. 7], but that is exactly what they want. We won’t let them win. Let the light created by our hope and optimism join forces, knowing indeed that we are not alone and that this positive energy be magnified as it draws others in. May our light be a beacon for the world.”

Tanja Demajo, chief executive officer of Jewish Family Services, shared her family’s history of survival in the Holocaust and the personal story of her family’s escape from the post-Yugoslavia war in Bosnia, where she was born. She had not shared any of this publicly before.

As a child in Mostar, young Tanja would often come home from school to find strangers at the table. Anyone passing through or needing hospitality was received in their house and welcomed with food.

photo - Tanja Demajo
Tanja Demajo (photo by Pat Johnson)

“My family always kept the door open,” she said. This openness, she believes, helped save her family when war exploded.

In 1992, when she was 11-and-a-half, everything changed, seemingly in a day.

“There were explosions everywhere, there was shooting everywhere, the army was everywhere,” she said. “The city emptied.”

Getting away from the fighting was not easy. Roadblocks were set up by different militias and Demajo could see the fear in her father’s expression as they confronted each successive barrier. 

“We had to stop at three different points and at three different points we came across some people that my parents knew through their life,” she recalled. Keeping an open door meant there were people who knew the family and remembered their hospitality. “In each of these three situations, these friends came forward and put their lives on the line so they could let my family pass through.”

After the war ended, the family reconnected with her grandfather, who they had not seen in years.

“That was the first time actually that my grandfather shared with us his own story,” she said. From a community of 300, the grandfather and an uncle were the only survivors of the Holocaust. 

She asked him why he was so cheerful, despite all he had gone through.

“He had this beautiful way of just hugging people and he would hug me and say, what are the things you remember as a child?” She recalled spending weekends with her grandfather, the meals and stories they shared. “And he said, well that’s how you survive. Because those are the things that matter. The people you have in your life, the friendships that you share with them and the food you share with them.”

The connections she saw her parents forge at the table – which proved potentially lifesaving as the family fled war – are a lesson she has always carried. It is something that Jews worldwide can remember now, she said.

“We need allies and we need to have these conversations to bring people together,” she said.

Jaime Stein shared the story of how the death his father, Howard Stein, in 2006, from acute leukemia, inspired him to help create Canada’s first public

photo - Jaime Stein
Jaime Stein (photo by Pat Johnson)

Early in the last decade, when Stein helped launch the $12.5 million campaign to create the facility, Canada was one of only two G-20 nations that did not have such a service. Umbilical cord blood contains blood-forming stem cells, which can renew themselves and differentiate into other types of cells.

Working with Canadian Blood Services, Stein and the fundraising team for the project decided on a big focal point for the campaign – climbing Tanzania’s Mount Kilimanjaro, the highest peak in Africa.

“We got 25 people to sign up [to climb] and everybody had to raise a minimum of $10,000,” Stein explained.

Stein, in his 30s at the time, when $10,000 was a daunting sum, organized weekly 9 a.m. hikes with friends and strangers, at which he would offer career advice, listen to his hiking mates or otherwise engage, then write a blog post. 

“People started donating and people started telling their friends as well,” he said. 

In the end, he raised $27,000, second only to the chief executive officer of Canadian Blood Services among the 25 climbers. Of course, the money turned out to be the easy part. They still had to ascend the mountain. 

Like many others who climb tall mountains, Stein experienced altitude sickness – so severely he almost had to turn back.

“I could barely make it to camp,” Stein recalls of the onset of the crisis. “I just remember thinking about my dad, thinking of my family, thinking of the training, thinking of everything I did as I tried to get to camp.”

Slowly, his oxygen levels climbed and he was able to complete the trek.

The trip itself raised $350,000 and, eventually, the team raised all the funds necessary. Canada now has a fully functioning umbilical cord blood bank, with four collection sites, including one in Vancouver.

Alan Stamp, Jewish Family Services clinical director, and Ezra Shanken, chief executive officer of the Jewish Federation of Greater Vancouver, contextualized the stories as lessons in resilience community members can use to confront trauma. 

Format ImagePosted on December 15, 2023December 14, 2023Author Pat JohnsonCategories LocalTags blood bank, death, Jaime Stein, Jewish Family Services, Jewish Federation, leukemia, Rabbi Susan Tendler, resilience, Tanja Demajo, war
The situation is surreal

The situation is surreal

Downtown Jerusalem is deserted apart from Israel Border Police deployed in Zion Square. (photo by Gil Zohar)

It is Oct. 9. My wife Randi calls me while I am riding Jerusalem’s all-but-empty light rail, returning from a bat mitzvah celebration of a forlorn family of tourists from Arizona who are stuck in Israel. We simultaneously hear the air-raid siren blaring as we talk. Fighter jets are screaming overhead. With an edge of panic in her voice, Randi asks me what she should do. I calmly instruct here to follow the Home Front Command orders for civilians, which we have repeatedly reviewed. I’ve downloaded the app on my cellphone.

Our beautiful stone home in downtown Jerusalem, built in 1886, lacks a reinforced steel and concrete bomb shelter, known by the Hebrew acronym MaMaD (Makom Mugan l’Diyur), a protected residential place.

I remind Randi go to the neighbour’s basement apartment quickly but without running, and to wait there. Grabbing Bella our dog, she leaves the apartment door and windows open so that a blast from an explosion will not result in the windows being shattered and glass debris obliterating our house.

Below-grade structures make for poor bomb shelters since poison gas is heavier than air, I think. But there is no alternative. Nine Bedouin children were killed by Hamas rocket fire in the Western Negev. Their village lacked a MaMaD.

We hear the twin boom of Israel’s air defence system, the Iron Dome, intercepting a rocket barrage fired from the Gaza Strip. The strike lights up the sky. The threat is over until the next alert. The media reports that seven civilians living in towns in the periphery of Jerusalem were wounded in the barrage.

At the time of this writing, nearly 1,000 Israeli civilians have been killed, including 260 massacred at the Nova festival near Kibbutz Re’im – an all-night party in the desert. More than 130 civilians and soldiers have been taken hostage and dragged back to Gaza. Apart from 35 Israel Defence Force soldiers who fell in the line of duty, the names of the deceased have not been released.

It remains unclear if Hezbollah will open a full-scale second front from Lebanon. Israel has threatened to destroy Damascus, the capital of Syria, which backs the Shi’ite terror group, should the war broaden to the north.

Families of the kidnapped, missing and 2,200 wounded civilians are begging for news. Israel remains shrouded by military censorship. Nor is the news from the 2.3 million people in Gaza any clearer. Al-Jazeera lists long-out-of-date statistics. Based on data reported by the Palestinian Health Ministry, the Palestine Red Crescent Society and Israeli Medical Services, 560 Gazans have been killed. That number is likely to rise substantially.

More than 48 hours from when Hamas attacked and war broke out at 6:30 a.m. on Saturday, the IDF spokesperson announces that the army has neutralized the terrorists who overcame 22 cities and villages near Gaza. Israelis are being evacuated from the border area in anticipation of a ground invasion. Some are being housed in empty hotels near the Dead Sea.

I’ve offered our adjoining apartment. All our Airbnb guests have canceled. Apart from El Al, airlines have stopped flying to Ben-Gurion Airport.

The number of the dead, missing and wounded is surreal. The IDF has called up 300,000 reservists in the last 48 hours for what it has termed “Operation Swords of Iron.” Among them is my nephew Guy Carmeli, a Canadian-Israeli dual citizen and veteran tank gunner who lives in Herzliya with his wife Yael and 2-year-old son Oz. Randi doesn’t know of his callup. Maybe she’ll read it here. My wife doesn’t do well with stress.

A press release from Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu denies Egypt is trying to broker a ceasefire. The statement reads: “No message has arrived from Egypt and the prime minister has neither spoken, nor met, with the head of Egyptian intelligence since the formation of the government, neither directly nor indirectly. This is totally fake news.”

The implication? Israelis must gird themselves itself for a “long and difficult war ahead,” according to Netanyahu.

The electronic tom-tom drums uniting immigrant Israelis have been busy. As I write this, nine Americans have been confirmed dead, and 10 Brits are assumed to have been killed.

Adi Vital-Kaploun, the adult daughter of Ottawa native Jacqui Vital and her husband Yaron who live in Jerusalem, was kidnapped from her home by the Gaza Strip. Adi’s two infant children, aged 1 and 3, were also taken hostage but were abandoned at the border by their captors who felt the children would slow down the gunmen’s retreat. [On Oct. 11, after the Independent went to press, it was announced that Vital-Kaploun had been murdered by Hamas terrorists.]

There are other Canadians missing, including former Winnipegger Vivian Silver. And there are Canadians who were killed by the terrorists: Alexandre Look, who grew up in Montreal, and Vancouverite Ben Mizrachi; both young men were among those killed at the music festival near Kibbutz Re’im.

Canadian-Israeli Shye Weinstein, who was at the festival, too, documented how he and his friends fled. He described their nail-biting escape to Tel Aviv: “We only slowed down for checkpoints and bodies.”

Nuseir Yassin, who writes the blog @nasdaily, described his conflict as an Arab citizen of Israel: “Personal Thoughts: (not for everyone, feel free to skip) For the longest time, I struggled with my identity. A Palestinian kid born inside Israel. Like … wtf. Many of my friends refuse to this day to say the word ‘Israel’ and call themselves ‘Palestinian’ only. But since I was 12, that did not make sense to me. So I decided to mix the two and become a ‘Palestinian-Israeli.’ I thought this term reflected who I was. Palestinian first. Israeli second. But after recent events, I started to think. And think. And think. And then my thoughts turned to anger. I realized that if Israel were to be ‘invaded’ like that again, we would not be safe. To a terrorist invading Israel, all citizens are targets. 900 Israelis died so far.

“More than 40 of them are Arabs. Killed by other Arabs. And even 2 Thai people died too. And I do not want to live under a Palestinian government. Which means I only have one home, even if I’m not Jewish: Israel. That’s where all my family lives. That’s where I grew up. That’s the country I want to see continue to exist so I can exist. Palestine should exist too as an independent state. And I hope to see the country thrive and become less extreme and more prosperous. I love Palestine and have invested in Palestine. But it’s not my home. So from today forward, I view myself as an ‘Israeli-Palestinian.’ Israeli first. Palestinian second.”

Gil Zohar is a writer and tour guide in Jerusalem.

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Shattering complacency

Shattering complacency

The existential themes of the High Holidays are meant to create a sensitivity and appreciation of the precious significance of everyday existence. (Jordan Gillard Photography)

The themes of death and the “thinness” of human existence recur in the liturgy of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur and during the entire period, beginning with the month of Elul. This is not because of a morbid desire to undermine human confidence and autonomy or to shock us into fearing God out of a sense of helplessness and sin. The existential themes of the High Holidays are meant to create a sensitivity and appreciation of the precious significance of everyday existence.

Existentialists spoke about confronting one’s mortality as a necessary condition for achieving human authenticity. Although a preoccupation with death can create nihilism and a paralyzing sense of the futility of human initiative, nevertheless, the Jewish tradition believed that the themes of human mortality and finitude could be integrated into a constructive and life-affirming vision of life.

The language of the Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur prayers, such as the explicit enumeration of the different ways that a human life can be destroyed, is not meant to terrorize us into self-negating submission. The stark, evocative imagery of the liturgy is aimed primarily at shattering complacency. The impact of this experience can be life-affirming insofar as it serves as a catalyst in a process of self-creation and moral renewal.

Focusing on human mortality and the contingencies that wreak havoc upon human lives heightens our sensitivity to the deadening effects of habit and routine. People often deceive themselves into believing that they can successfully defer living the kind of lives they consider worthwhile until some future time. While not questioning the importance of reflecting on the meaning of one’s life, they believe they can postpone dealing with this issue.

“Why become confused and troubled by the meaning of my life now? I can deal with it later, when I retire, when economic realities are more favourable, when I will be free of parental responsibilities.…” This attitude is naïve and self-deceptive because it ignores the real consequences of present patterns of behaviour and learning that can weaken and that ultimately extinguishes one’s natural capacity to live life deeply and seriously.

Another theme of Yom Kippur, teshuvah, is expressed in the call to return, to renew, to re-create one’s self, and in the appeal for divine forgiveness and atonement, in the recitation of “for the sin we have sinned …” and other confessional sections of the liturgy. The essence of teshuvah – the crucial principle without which this concept would be empty of meaning – is the belief that the past need not define the future. A person can break the causal chain of habit and defy the seeming necessity of repetition that suffocates spontaneity and the joy of life.

The call to teshuvah, therefore, is expressed not only in the plea to God for forgiveness and in the affirmation of God’s gracious love and reluctance to mete out punishment and retribution, but also, and most poignantly, in the repeated attempts at convincing the individual to believe in the possibility of change. The personal significance of Yom Kippur ultimately turns on the individual’s ability to believe that his or her life can be different. The major obstacle to teshuvah is not whether God will forgive us but whether we can forgive ourselves – whether we can believe in our own ability to change the direction of our lives, even minimally.

Teshuvah is grounded in the idea of an open future, in the belief that the possibilities for human change have not been exhausted, that the final chapters of our personal narratives have not yet been written. The sense of empowerment felt on Yom Kippur reflects an underlying faith in the power of the human will to break the fixed cycles of the past and to chart new possibilities for the future.

Many scholars who take issue with translating God’s name, ehyeh asher ehyeh, which was revealed to Moses at the burning bush as “I am that I am,” insist on emphasizing the future orientation of the verb ehyeh, “I will be.” For many, the Jewish concept of God must convey the idea of newness – of new spiritual possibilities in the future, of new ways of understanding and of relating to God. To sense the presence of God in one’s life is to believe in the possibility of radical surprise and of genuine human change.

Communal forms of worship must not be allowed to degenerate into automated, mind-numbing exercises in herd conformity. Our rabbis taught that, although Jews stood as a people at Mt. Sinai, each individual personally appropriated the word of God. We must not be intimidated by the High Holiday prayer book. Although we share a common liturgy, we must be capable of appropriating its significance in terms of our individual lives and concerns. Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur challenge us to discover the meaning of personal authenticity and self-renewal within the context of community.

Rabbi Prof. David Hartman (1931-2013) was founder of the Shalom Hartman Institute. This article was first published in September 2009. Articles by Hartman, z”l, and other institute scholars can be found at shalomhartman.org.

Format ImagePosted on September 1, 2023August 30, 2023Author Rabbi Prof. David Hartman SHICategories Celebrating the HolidaysTags death, Judaism, prayer, Rosh Hashanah, symbolism, teshuvah, Yom Kippur

הבירוקרטיה מנצחת – פרק נוסף

הבירוקרטיה ממשיכה לנהל את החיים שלנו. הזכרתי בטורים הקודמים כי לאחר מותי אמי בחודש פברואר השנה , אחי בישראל ואני כאן בוונקובר, נדרשנו לטפל בצוואת ההורים, אך לאור הבירוקרטיה התהליך הפך למסובך ביותר

בנק הפועלים עיכב את שחרור הכסף מהחשבון של ההורים  “רק” בחודשיים. לאחר מאבקים ממושכים הם העבירו לנו את הכסף כך שהצליחו לסיים את המשימה הראשונה

עתה אנו מנהלים מאבק קשה עם בנק לאומי בנוגע לחשבון נאמנות בו הופקדו הכספים ממכירת הדירה של ההורים. עורכי הדין של המשפחה לא עזרו מספיק והבנק החזיק ומחזיק בכספים ללא שום סיבה. הרוכש העביר כבר את מלוא הכספים עבור רכישת הדירה ואף קיבל את המפתחות לידיו. אנו לעומת זאת קיבלנו עד לרגע זה רק תשלום אחד מהחשבון, המוחזק בנאמנות על ידי משרד עורכי הדין שלנו ומשרד עורכי הדין של הרוכש. לאחר חודש של מאבק ממושך קיבלנו סוף סוף את התשלום הראשון. הורדו ממנו סכומים נכבדים ובהם הוצאות המיסוי שעבורי הן היו גבוהות מאוד, כיוון שאיני תושב ישראל. כן הורדו דמי התשלום עבור משרד עורכי הדין והעמלות עבור המתווכים

במהלך השבועיים האחרונים אנו מנהלים מאבק קשה בעורכי הדין שלנו כדי שיפעילו לחץ על הבנק לשחרר לנו את התשלום השני. בפועל הם הלקוחות של הבנק ולא אנו, כיוון שהם מחזיקים בו את חשבון הנאמנות. לאחר שמפתחות הדירה הועברו כבר אל הרוכש, אין שום סיבה בעולם עבור בנק לאומי להחזיק בכספים שלנו. להערכתי כל הסחבת הזאת מצד הבנקים השונים מאפשרת להם לעשות רווחים מהכספים שלנו שמוחזקים בחשבונותיהם. אחרת אי אפשר להסביר את הסיבה לעיכובים הארוכים שלהם

בסך הכל אנו אמורים לקבל עוד שני תשלומים מכספי הדירה המוחזקים בחשבון הנאמנות ואז סוף סוף הסתיים התהליך הארוך והבלתי הגיוני. אנו נמצאים כבר כשמונה חודשים לאחר מות אימי ואני מעריך כי נזדקק לעוד חודש נוסף לסיים את ענייני צוואה

אפשר לסכם את השנתיים האחרונות קשות מאוד עבור משפחתי ועבורי. לפני כשנתיים מצבו הבריאותי של אבי הידרדר לתהומות קשות עד שבראשית שנה שעברה לא הייתה ברירה, אלה לאשפז אותו בבית החולים איכילוב. שם הוא נדבק בקוביד וזה מה שהביא בסופו של דבר למותו. אבא נקבר בשבעה בפברואר אשתקד עת היה בגיל תשעים ואחד וארבעה חודשים. לאור מגפת הקוביד לא יכולתי לטוס לישראל ולהגיע להלוויה ונאלצתי לראות את הטקס הקשה הזה באמצעות זום. הוא נקבר בבית הקברות האזרחי של קיבוץ מעלה החמישה סמוך לירושלים

לאחר שבעים ואחת שנות נישואים אמא הפכה לאלמנה. היא התאוששה ממותו של אבי ונדמה היה שיש לה חיים טובים באופן יחסי. אמא התאמנה כמעט כל יום, קראה הרבה והיו לה לא מעט חברות. מצב בריאותה היתה טוב וחשבנו שהיא תוכל לחיות עוד מספר שנים טובות. אך זה לא קרה: בראשית חודש פברואר השנה היא נחנקה מחתיכת תפוח שהיה בסלט. היא איבדה מייד את ההכרה וכעשרים דקות לא הגיע חמצן למוחה. אמא הועברה במצב קשה ביותר לבית החולים איכילוב ולאחר ארבעה ימים נקבע מותה. כמו אבא היא נקברה בשבעה בפברואר בהפרש של שנה, גם כן בקיבוץ מעלה החמישה. אמא הייתה בת תשעים ושתיים על סף תשעים ושלוש. הפעם הצלחתי להגיע להלוויה, שקודם לכן הספקתי עוד לבקר אותה בבית החולים, עת הייתה מונשמת. אני גם הראשון שראה אותה כבר לא בחיים

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הבירוקרטיה מנצחת

הבירוקרטיה ממשיכה לנהל את החיים שלנו. חשבתי שסיימנו את הבעיות הביורוקרטיות אך הן ממשיכות לצוץ ולמרר את חיינו. הזכרתי בטור הקודם כי לאחר מותי אמי, אחי ואני נדרשנו לטפל בצוואת ההורים, אך לאור הבירוקרטיה הכל הפך למסובך

הזכרתי עוד כי לאור דרישות בלתי הגיוניות של בנק הפועלים בישראל שמחזיק בחשבון הבנק של הורי, נאלצתי בסוף חודש אוגוסט לטוס לסן פרנסיסקו, כדי להשיג אישור של הקונסוליה הישראלית שם של חתימתי. הפגישה בקונסוליה הממוקמת בבניין משרדים במרכז העסקים של סן פרנסיסקו, נקבעה ליום שלישי (23 באוגוסט) לפני הצהריים. נאמר לי מראש כי אסור לי להביא תיק, מחשב או טלפון, ולכן לקחתי את המסמכים במעטפה. אחרי שעברתי תשאול בטחוני ארוך המתנתי לתורי במשרד. כעבור מספר דקות סימנה לי הפקידה לגשת לדלפק שילדה. הצגתי בפניה חמישה מסמכים משפטיים (בהם זה שעבור הבנק). כל שעליה היה לעשות הוא לאשר שאני חתמתי עליהם. תכננתי לגשת לסניף של פדקס שנמצא בסמוך לקונסוליה לשלוח את המסמכים מהאושרים לאחי בישראל. לתדהמתי הפקידה בקונסוליה הודיעה לי כי הם יבדקו את המסמכים במשך חמישה ימי עבודה, ורק לאחר מכן אוכל לקבל. טענותי כי אני צריך את המסמכים בדחיפות ועל הקונסוליה מוטל רק לאשר את חתימתי, לא הועילו. המתנתי לבואה של סגנית הקונסול שבדקה שאני הוא אני (מול הדרכון הישראלי שלי ותעודת הזהות), ואישרה את חתימתי. שאלתי גם אותה מדוע אינני יכול לקבל את המסמכים המאושרים לידי, והיא הסבירה כי על הקונסוליה לבדוק אותם לעומק. לא עזרו כל תחנוני ונאלצתי לקבל את רוע הגזרה. לאור כך שילמתי לקונסוליה עבור בדיקת המסמכים ועבור המשלוח שלהם מסן פרנסיסקו לביתי בוונקובר. כך שהתנהלות הקונסוליה גרמה לי עיכוב בשליחת המסמכים החתומים לישראל והדבר היה כרוך גם בהוצאות כספיות נוספות

חזרתי לוונקובר ב-28 באוגוסט ושוחחתי עם בנו של אחי שגר בניו ג’רסי. גם הוא נאלץ לאשר את חתימתו מול הקונסוליה הישראלית. הוא בחר לעשות זאת בקונסוליה בניו יורק. לתדהמתי לאחר שחתימתו אושרה הוא קיבל את המסמכים בחזרה לידיו, ובניגוד לקונסוליה בסן פרנסיסקו, הקונסוליה בניו יורק לא החזיקה במסמכים במשך חמישה ימים. זה רק חיזק את הרגשתי שהקונסוליה הישראלית בסן פרנסיסקו פעלה שלא כשורה, ואסור היה לה לבדוק את המסמכים, אלה רק לאשר את חתימתי ולהחזירם אלי מייד

למחרת הגעתי בחזרה לוונקובר, קיבלתי את המעטפה מהקונסוליה הישראלית, בהם חמשת המסמכים החתומים על ידי, שאושרו על ידיה. הלכתי מדי לסניף של פקדס הקרוב לביתי ושלחתי את המסמכים בדואר אקספרס לאחי בישראל. נאמר לי כי בתוך ארבעה ימים (עד ה-31 בחודש) אחי יקבל את המעטפה במשרדו בירושלים. שילמתי על השירות “המיוחד” של פקדס מאה שבעים וחמישה דולר. במשך הימים הבאים בדקתי באתר של פדקס את התנהלות משלוח המעטפה מוונקובר לירושלים. נדהמתי לראות שפקדס עבודת בחוסר יעילות, שגרם לעיכוב במשלוח הדחוף של המעטפה אחי למעלה מחמישה ימים תמימים. המעטפה נשלחה על ידי פקדס משדה התעופה של ונקובר למרכז של פדקס בממפיס טנסי. משם הועברה המעטפה למרכז של פקדס באינדיאנפוליס אינדיאנה. לאחר מכן המעטפה נשלחה לאירופה והגיעה מרכז פקדס בשדה התעופה שארל דה גול פריז. משם היא הועברה למרכז פקדס בקלן שבגרמניה. רק בשבת בערב המעטפה נחתה סוף סוף בנמל התעופה בן גוריון והוחזקה במתקן פקדס עד יום שני בבוקר, עד שהועברה לאחי. כאמור הבירוקרטיה מנצחת ובגדול

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ביורוקרטיה קשה נוסח ישראל

במדינת ישראל הבירוקרטיה חוגגת ומקשה על החיים. לאחר מותי אמי, אחי ואני נדרשנו לטפל בצוואתה ובצוואה של אבא, ולוודא שהיא בוצעה כהלכה. אחי וחמשת ילדיו ואני יורשים את דירת ההורים בתל אביב, ואילו הכסף שהיה מונח בחשבון הבנק של ההורים יחולק בין אחי וביני. כביכול צוואה פשוטה אך לאור הבירוקרטיה הישראלית הכל הפך למסובך

להלן מספר דוגמאות שיבהירו את הבעיות שבדרך

בנק הפועלים ששם להורי יש את החשבון קיבל את כל החתימות של הילדים של אחי, של אחי ושלי. כיוון שאני גר מחוץ לישראל, עדיין לא ידוע לנו האם אם בנק הפועלים יבקש ממני גם אישור מהקונסוליה הישראלית, בנוסף לזה שהבאתי עורך דין ונוטריון בוונקובר. כיוון הליך הבדיקה של הבנק עלול להימשך שבועות ארוכים, החלטתי לטוס לסן פרנסיסקו כדי להשיג אישור של הקונסוליה הישראלית שם של חתימתי. אם הבנק אכן יבקש אישור זה בעוד מספר שבועות המסמכים יהיו כבר אז בידי אחי (לאחר שאשלח אותם אליו בדואר אקספרס)

חשבון נאמנות עורכי הדין של שני הצדדים בנוגע למכירת הדירה בתל אביב, אמור להיפתח בבנק לאומי. אחי קיבל מידע כי גם בנק לאומי יעלה דרישות כמו בנק הפועלים בנוגע לחתימות שלי. בנק לאומי בשלב מוקדם זה עדיין לא ביקש דבר ואחי לא מעוניין לעורר את המתים. צריך לקוות שעד מועד נסיעתי בתוך מספר ימים, נדע היכן אנו עומדים מול בנק זה. אם גם הם יבקשו אישור על חתימתי אוכל להביא אותו מהקונסוליה בסן פרנסיסקו, בדומה לאישור המיועד לבנק הפועלים. אם בנק לאומי לא יעדכן אותנו עד יום נסיעתי תהיה לנו בעייה קשה

עורכי הדין של רוכשי הדירה דורשים כמו שני הבנקים, שכל שבעת היורשים ימלאו טפסים ויחתמו עליהם במסגרת העברת מסמכים לטאבו. אני אמור לקבל מסמך כזה מאחי עד ערב הנסיעה, ואז אקח גם אותו לקונסוליה הישראלית בסן פרנסיסקו לקבל את האישור שלהם

עבור אלה שגרים בקנדה, השגת חתימות על מסמכים משפטיים שיוכרו במדינות אחרות מאוד מסובכת. זאת כיוון שקנדה לא חתומה על אמנת האג משנת אלף תשע מאות שישים ואחת. לכן בידי עומדות שתי אפשרויות. הראשונה – להחתים עורך דין ונוטריון מקומי על הטפסים. לאחר מכן לשלוח את הטפסים שלו לאישור ממשלת בריטיש קולומביה שנמצאי בעיר ויקטוריה. ולאחר מכן עלי לקבל גם את האישור של הקונסוליה הישראלית בטורונטו

לחילופין אני יכול לגשת ישירות לקונסוליה הישראלית בקנדה. תחילה חשבתי שעדיף לי לטוס שוב לישראל, להגיע לבנקים ומשרדי עורכי הדין השונים,  לחתום על כל המסמכים הנדרשים ולגמור הכל מול הפקידים הקטנים, בתוך חמש דקות. אך כיוון שזה יקר בטירוף ואין לי יותר כוח לטוס כל כך הרבה שעות, מדובר בפעם השלישית השנה, חשבתי תחילה לטוס לקונסוליה הישראלית בטורונטו. בגלל מגפת הקוביד, הקונסוליה בטורונטו לא מספקת בימים אלה שירותים לישראלים בונקובר. בסוף מצאתי רעיון טוב וזול יותר – הקונסוליה הישראלית בסן פרנסיסקו. הקונסוליה בסן פרנסיסקו, גם היא בגלל מגפתי הקוביד, לא מספקת בימים אלה שירותים לישראלים בסיאטל הסמוכה לוונקובר. לכן אני טס לסן פרנסיסקו. קבעתי כבר פגישה בקונסוליה הישראלית שם, ויש לי גם הזדמנות הזדמנות ראשונה לבקר לראשונה בעיר היפה הזו. מי היה מאמין שצוואה כה פשוטה אשר כוללת דירה אחת וחשבון בנק אחד תהפוך למסע בירוקרטי בלתי סביר, בלתי הגיוני ואף לא אנושי. חבל שבישראל זה קורה

Posted on September 14, 2022August 24, 2022Author Roni RachmaniCategories עניין בחדשותTags bureaucracy, death, family, Israel, ביורוקרטיה, ישראל, מות, משפחה

שבע עשרה שנים בוונקובר בצל מותה של אמי

בדרך כלל אני זוכר היטב את היום בו נחתי בקנדה לאחר שעזבתי את ישראל, אך השנה לאור מות אמי, התאריך הזה לא בדיוק עבר בראשי. אני נחתתי בוונקובר בחמישה עשר בפברואר אלפיים וחמש ומאז אני כאן. מדובר כבר בלמעלה משבע עשרה שנים

כאמור לא “חגגתי” השנה בשבעה עשר בפברואר את יום השנה של בואי לונקובר, כיוון שאמי נפטרה בשישה בפברואר. הגעתי בטיסת חירום לישראל כדי להיות עימה בבית החולים, ולמחרת הגעתי היא נפטרה. כאילו חיכתה רק לבואי

לאחר השבעה בה הגיעו עשרות חברים, מכרים של אחי אמיר ושלי, וכמובן בני משפחה וכן חברות רבות של אמא ושכנות שלה, נזקקתי ליום מנוחה לעקל את כל מה שעבר עלי. ואז בשבוע השני והאחרון שלי בתל אביב, התחלתי לארגן את דירת אמי לקראת הפינוי. עברתי על אין סוף מסמכים, ספרים, חפצי אמנות ובגדים, כדי לבדוק מה חשוב ומה לא. מה להמשיך ולשמור ומה לתרום. לפיכך לא היה לי זמן ומקום לחשוב על השבעה עשר בפברואר – שכאמור הוא “יום השנה” שלי כאן בוונקובר

השנתיים וחצי האחרונות בוונקובר ובכלל היום קשות מנשוא ומאוד מאוד מסובכות. הקוביד שיבש לנו את החיים והפכנו כמעט לאסירים בבתים ובאזור. בראשית שנה שעברה איבדתי את אבי שמת בגיל תעשים וארבעה חודשים, מסובכים של קוביד. אבא היה חולה מאוד וידענו שהסוף מגיע. לא יכולתי להגיע להלוויתו בגלל מגבלות הקוביד, ולפיכך ראיתי אותה באמצעות זום

אחי ואני חשבנו אמא תוכל לחיות עמנו עוד שנים רבות לאור כך שמצב בריאותה היה מצויין, לאשה בגיל תעשים ושתיים. היא הצליחה להתאושש ממותו של אבא וזה דבר לא פשוט לאחר שבעים ואחת שנות נישואים. אמא חזרה לשגרת החיים שלה שכללה מפגשים עם הרבה מחברותיה, עם בני המשפחה, ספורט כמעט כל יום וקריאת ספרים

באחד הימים (בשני לפברואר) היא ירדה מדירתה לאכול סלט, נחנקה בפתאומיות מתפוח שהיה בו והסיפור שלה נגמר מהר מאוד. היא הועברה לבית החולים איכילוב ולאחר ארבעה ימים נקבע מותה

ועתה כשאני משחזר את מה שעבר עלי בשנים האחרונות ובעיקר בשנה האחרונה, בה נפרדתי תחילה מאבא ולאחר מכן מאמא, קשה לי לחזור לשגרת החיים הרגילה, ולחשוב על שבעה עשרה השנים שלי כאן – בונקובר

כל צורת החיים שלי השתנה עת עברתי מתל אביב לוונקובר. קודם כל בישראל עבדתי במשרה מלאה כעיתונאי בתחום התקשורת, וכיום כאן זה תחביב בלבד. בשמונה השנים האחרונות אני עובד בחברה שמספקת הלוואות למי שלא יכול לקבל אותן מהבנק, ותפקידי הוא המבקר

בארץ הייתי מוקף בני משפחה חברים וכמובן היו לי בנות זוג לתקופות ארוכות בחיי. השהגעתי לוונקובר היכרתי כאן רק חבר אחד שעזב את תל אביב מספר שנים לפני. לאט לאט הצלחתי להכיר אנשים וכיום יש לי גם כן (כמו בתל אביב) מספר חברים טובים, בהם ישראלים, יהודים קנדים ומקומיים

ומהיבט האישי: מזה ארבע שנים ושמונה חודשים, יש לי בת זוג קבועה שהגיעה לוונקובר מסין. וואנווי גרה כאן כשמונה שנים ובשנתיים האחרונות היא עובדת בממשלה הפדרלית. יש לנו חיי אהבה ושותפות טובה, קירבה גדולה והרבה עניין משותף – בעיקר בתחומי האמנות והתרבות. החיים שלנו ביחד טובים מאוד ואנו רק מצפים להמשך של עוד ועוד

לסיכום: אין לי על מה להתלונן בשבע עשרה השנים שאני גר בבית בוונקובר

Posted on May 18, 2022May 4, 2022Author Roni RachmaniCategories עניין בחדשותTags Canada, COVID, death, family, immigration, Israel, הגירה, ישראל, מוות, משפחה, קוביד, קנדה

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