Sunday, July 30, 2006
It's a zoo out there.
Brother and self, in front of Tel Aviv Zoo 1976.
A photo speaks volumes. Out of my family archives, this is a rare one.
It speaks in its naivity over a pseudo exotical space. Yes, there was a Zoo in Tel Aviv, my grandmother's apartment was right across the street from it - i kid you not.
On a bright summer's night you could smell the elephant shit behind the bus fumes
and the rotting smell of old water, trees shedding on sidewalks and old woman's chatter.
The unique scent of Tel-Aviv polution, a city raised in sand dunes to grow flamingos.
Those infact are pink flamingos in the back, contrasted by a pair of twins who'd recently arrived from AMERICA wearing Wallmart clothing - unseen at the time at the region.
America was Uber Ales, it was the best, it was a place to go and make dreams come true,
and our parents - a complete product of 67 - the 6 days war - had never felt more patriotic and hopeful. They were serving the two governments in a military collaboration, a fact which had gotten me a lifetime open ticket yet no physical place to miss what so ever.
Tel-Aviv has since moved its enviromental hazard to the outskirts of town,
away from City Hall, and has built a 12-story high-rise with a mall underneath -
still a staple of little old ladies where ever they are.
I am holding a piece of meat.
And no, I did not grow up to be a biker.
Nothing is what it seems, only what it is interpreted.
s. ¶ 2:45 PM
Brother and self, in front of Tel Aviv Zoo 1976.
A photo speaks volumes. Out of my family archives, this is a rare one.
It speaks in its naivity over a pseudo exotical space. Yes, there was a Zoo in Tel Aviv, my grandmother's apartment was right across the street from it - i kid you not.
On a bright summer's night you could smell the elephant shit behind the bus fumes
and the rotting smell of old water, trees shedding on sidewalks and old woman's chatter.
The unique scent of Tel-Aviv polution, a city raised in sand dunes to grow flamingos.
Those infact are pink flamingos in the back, contrasted by a pair of twins who'd recently arrived from AMERICA wearing Wallmart clothing - unseen at the time at the region.
America was Uber Ales, it was the best, it was a place to go and make dreams come true,
and our parents - a complete product of 67 - the 6 days war - had never felt more patriotic and hopeful. They were serving the two governments in a military collaboration, a fact which had gotten me a lifetime open ticket yet no physical place to miss what so ever.
Tel-Aviv has since moved its enviromental hazard to the outskirts of town,
away from City Hall, and has built a 12-story high-rise with a mall underneath -
still a staple of little old ladies where ever they are.
I am holding a piece of meat.
And no, I did not grow up to be a biker.
Nothing is what it seems, only what it is interpreted.
s. ¶ 2:45 PM
