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"to feel better requires that you become better at feeling"
June 10/ Sivan 7, Tuesday, still 67 days -at Arad
Parting from my obsession to complete this page--- on June 13

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This was the only "game" we played, According to Lior's wish right after her mother had "delivered" her. She made her own rules to the game. One was, that we should note the points of the won sticks not by numbers but by dots. I let her do this, until she understood, that it wouldn't be practical to have to count all the dots in the end. It turned out, that she didn't really know how to write "4". She looked in the book she had brought with her, but a printed "4" is more complicated than a hand-written "4". So I let her take a piece of paper and after having paid attention to how I myself draw a "4", I showed her and let her practice.

Then she wanted to take my picture, but though she did it well in the past, today she gave up after results like this:

Then I suggested a more challenging game: to bake real bread (from white weat and rye flower). Baking bread had been my plan when I recently got a leftover of rye from Ra'ayah, but since it wasn't urgent, I postponed it every day. How good I did!

We found out, that the most convenient way for Lior - first to stir and then to kneed the dough - was for her to sit on the floor, while I held the bowl. Since opposite the "kitchen" there is a cupboard with mirror doors, we enjoyed seeing ourselves in the mirror.

I already told about Lior's delight in washing dishes and in cleaning and brushing, wherever something needs to be cleaned. I once read, that starchildren have amazing technical and organizational abilities. This is definetely true for Lior. I left her the dishes from yesterday on purpose: these were especially difficult to handle. But she managed perfectly.

"Where do you want to have breakfast?" "Where do you suggest having it?" "Under the pomegranate tree!" So we took the sandwiches with chocolate spread, which her mother had prepared for both of us [not exactly to my liking, but why not break my routine?], my tea and her juice outside into the garden and arranged our seats under the fruit-bearing tree.

"But we must not forget to bless!" "Of course not! Weren't you the one who taught me birkat-ha-mazon?" So I sang it, and she tried to grasp the tune.

It was then, that Immanuel called me in order to help me with the mess I'd made, when I tried to download the new version of my AVG-Anti-Virus program. Yesterday I heard - with half an ear - another doc about the dire issue of vicious attacks on our computers, as well as the misuse of the info each of us gives away all the time. It is funny to watch, that I, too, am alarmed and do not trust my knowing, 'that my computer is protected, and if it's not, then it is for a reason.' Because of my stupidity 2 programs were blocked: "DreamWeaver", i.e. I couldn't synchronize my local site with the Internet, "LogMeIn", i.e. Immanuel couldn't repair my mess by remote control. So, when via phone we had repaired the letter, he sent me back to Lior, while he repaired the damage I'd caused, with "the finger on the wall" "Suddenly the fingers of a human hand appeared

and wrote on the plaster of the wall... The king watche d the hand as it wrote" [Daniel 5:5]

We began to remove everything from my bed and from the shelves around it. Lior put the heavy cushion, filled with "healing" seeds, inherited from Ra'ayah, on her head and the pretty tin jug , bequeathed to me by David&Eilat, with ears of wheat and barley in it, in her hand, and then the other way round. Thus she looked like Ruth, the Moabite [see yesterday on Shavuot]. I now discern, that in the second photo, with the ear-filled jug on her head she came to stand right next to David's picture, a detail cut out from what he described as a huge painting and the only piece he preserved from all his creations. "It suits you", he said, when he brought it into my bus in 1994 I saw rightaway, that it had the exact colors of "The Little Prince"... The frame was a gift to my birthday in 2000 from Immanuel &Efrat. And it was from Efrat, that I inherited that tin bowl in the corner.

"Driving Backward It seems, that I didn't explain anywhere , at least not in "and (s)he settled", how proud I was and am of this book-angle. When I entered this one-room-flat for the first time, "my eyes darkened", as we say in Hebrew, when I saw the ugliest bed I had ever seen. Ofir was afraid of my reaction - he so much wanted me to rent this flat, though I could propose only 1000 NIs and not 1200 as he had advertised. "I can dismantle the bed", he said, and that what he did before I even moved in "for good" the next day. I wanted to keep only the board and the mattress on it. But what to do about my books and so many other things for which there simply was no place? I looked around outside, on the veranda, in the garden. And there - my equipment angel Ezriel had provided a long door with a mirror, the kind of which is installed in the black cupboard opposite the kitchen , and two small metal shelves of the same width and together long enough. Under a shrub I found enough bricks in order to make 6 stands, each composed of 9 bricks, and on those I placed the door along one side of the bed, and the two shelves, one adjacent to the other , along its smaller side. Then I put the yellow scarf of my Indian Salvar, a gift from Gabriele in India, on the door , and the golden scarf, a heritage and gift for my wedding from my mother-in-law , Franz Rosenzweig's widow Edith, . The books I had guarded through all my wanderings and depletion after depletion, did fit exactly into this fantastic angle around my bed. And then the surprise: There was lots of space underneath the angle - for all blankets, cushions, my Pyrennees tent, the mosquito-tent, which belongs to the pyramidal tent, etc. etc. When we began with the work, Lior, the organizer, suggested: "I'll hand you the things and you'll put them somewhere." But soon she did everything herself, all the heaps are Lior's!     When she was done, I said: " Now you can shake the dust out of the two scarfs!"

"Let me take a second picture of the golden scarf!"

While Lior watered the garden, I washed the two scarfs - for the first time since December 3, 2004.
And since now we had to wait until they would dry, we returned to the dough which had risen enough.
Since Lior wanted to play and make braids, I prepared a cup with flour in which to dip her fingers,
to which the dough stuck as if it would never come off again.
There was great delight, when the first form with braids came out from my toaster-oven, well-baked.

"My knees hurt", she said. So I suggested to put this blanket underneath. "But this blanket might dirty the yellow scarf! Let's put a clean towel under the blanket!"

"I'm a bit tired", she said, when she was almost done. "Of course you are tired! You have done such a great job! Rest a bit! Maybe you want to now try out your braids?" I took two pictures, while she sat next to one of my Rosenzweig books: "Sprachdenken im Uebersetzen - Arbeitspapiere zur Verdeutschung der Schrift", see photo of the book and some notes in the scanned pages of my book "All Israel..."

And she said the logical think:
"why don't you photograph the bread braids themselves!"


Suddenly I saw myself caught in my eternal pattern: time-pressure!
"We need to eat now, and maybe we won't have time to put the books back!"

Her mother had prepared "ptitim" flakes pasta and Shnitzel. "Do you have ketchup?" "No", "mayonnaise?" "No". A long face. "But I could fry the ptitim, that make them taste much better!" She liked that! And this time she chose this place for eating. And she could already sing with me the birkat-mazon. And then she preferred her bread-braid after all...

more tomorrow

Samira again tried to call me,
she told me, that some 2 weeks ago she and her husband came to see me.
"But you weren't there!"
"I probably was with my children at Shoham".
No sooner did I start to tell her about Mika than we got disconnected again,
and as the first time - my own attempt to reach the number from which she called, led nowhere

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