January 1990 Israel(OTOBER UPDATE)

There has been an all-out assault on my kibbutz. It looks from here like people have been abducted and murdered.

The rot began to set in with some of the other kibbutz volunteers in mid January. I was not getting along well with my roommate whom I now suspect of being at the root of the issues had appeared to hate me ar first sight, She always had such a sour face, despite being bedded by half the guys on the kibbutz. She was just horrible

Worse still were the drunken antics of three of the male British kibbutz volunteers. They were drinking all night and becoming very aggressive. Everybody was fed up but they were afraid to complain. My roommate who must have hated me grumbled to our volunteer leader but somehow I was held responsible for reporting them and I became viewed with hostility. One of the Dutch female volunteers was particularly cool. She had a chain between her nose and her ear. Unfortunately she had eventually come out in a rash and had had to remove it.

The guys had cultual problems with the workers from The Gaza Strip sharing their toilet. Apparently they were standing on the toilet. I have just watched an Arab guy trying to dispel stereotypes while surrounded by women,

What Is A Harem?


After a very brief stint in the kitchen During which time I had managed to slice the top off my finger with the shredding machine.

I found myself working in the factory, helping to produce rubber rings. Working on the factory floor was cold, particularly as producing the rings, had meant my hands were constantly in cold water. I had kept nipping in the oven to warm up. I had however loved the people in the factory. I even had a bit of a crush on U the floor manager. I was happy to be away from my fellow volunteers and to be working instead with the kibbutzniks. I had got chatting at one point with an elderly (I wrote “elderly” at the time, now I doubt he was much older than I am now.) guy with a perfect British accent. He had explained to me, he had been sent from Poland to the UK as a child and that later his entire family had perished in The Holocaust.

The Warsaw Concerto

Later I wondered whether he had been among the Jewish children rescued from Europe by Sir Nicholas Winton

Every Friday we had a disco in the clubhouse. I usually quite enjoyed myself despite the fact that the same tape was played every week. We had all gone vegetarian on the kibbutz. The vegetarian chef was a professional and mostly nobody wanted to eat the chickens etc that they had been working with.

They had a nifty way of opening their beers on the roof of the building.

What’s Eating You ? Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy

I did manage a trip to Beersheva with some fellow volunteers. We went principally to see the Bedouin market. It was fascinating. Women sat on the floor with cloths laid out in front of them. I was struck by the rich and vibrant colours of the cotton. I bought some coloured beads. There was even the occasional camel but not as many as I had hoped.

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A large crowd had gathered outside a grocery store. Although we had been warned to avoid crowds, curiosity had got the better of us. Through an English-speaking woman in the throng, we learned a man had been walking around the store, when he had disappeared down a hole, which had appeared in the ground without warning. Divers were searching for him. His body was finally recovered several days later. The drama surrounding this tragedy went on in the paper for ages. The last I heard the architect who was considered responsible for the store being built over an old cistern, had committed suicide. So the terrible incident had claimed a second life.

I travelled up as far as Tiberius and I have seen the Sea of Galilee.

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Jesus calms the storm.

Mark 4 35-41

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The Sea of Galilee

The Sea of Galilee Song

Another confession I was very briefly on another kibbutz in Israel but I had been triggered over something. I think it was to do with my previous kibbutz experience and I had as we English say, “Done a bunk in the middle of the night.” Up until my narcissistic relationship, I had usually been able to escape situations I didn’t like without a moments thought.

I do remember our having to scale an eight-foot high gate once when we had returned late and been locked our of the kibbutz.

I had made my way back to Tel Aviv.

I mostly travelled by bus but they did have these things called sherut taxis, I had completely forgotten about sherut taxis,

I remember they had all been South Africans and had been quite sweet. I was barely there 24 hours. The place was really divided. There were Ashkenazi and Sephardic Jews. My stay was not Elongated enough for me to have made much of an impression.

I always liked Tel Aviv. I stayed in a hostel, which after a few visits had felt like a home away from home.

I met my actor friend in Tel Aviv apparently after he had abruptly told me to shut the door.

I had got cross and had complained about his lack of manners whereupon he had offered to make me tea.

Apparently I also met a Brazilian journalist who was stranded with no money due to the political situation at back in Brazil.


For me the most scary thing about Israel was having to hand in my passport at the hostels. I had met a girl in Eilat, whose passport had disappeared that way. I fully understand the need for strict security however.

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