I shall put in silence that despicable need of mine to say the last word.

 

I shall put in silence that rage so I can finally go to sleep.

Another place to miss

I still miss Rio. When I was in Rio I missed home. In the south I missed the north. In New Delhi I missed Sidney, and in the small villages of Spiti Vally I missed the Kimberly of Australia, and that place where Anat and I have swam, at the top of the falls. Being in Hong Kong made me miss the greenness of the Himalayas but then, on the Philippines islands I missed it's iron feeling. I missed Tel Aviv while living in it. I missed the desert at the same time.

Now it's just another place to miss. 

The whole world is smiling

                            One man was killed. His body was thrown into the sea.

Beginning

  With the begging of this blog and this May I'm wondering back to last June. 

June, she'll change her tune.  And so I did. I called my mother and ask her to join me for a visit at my  grandparents old house.

 Surprisingly, Rina let us to her home with a variety of complaints. Oh that's right, my mother did warn me that she's not like herself anymore. she finally got old .  

 Rina didn't seem to had the slightest look of astonishment on her face, which I was accustomed with, when I pulled out my antique Mamiya C330.  She pointed out a magazine cover "This is me a few years ago, they wanted me in America but I refused". 

It was still there, still alive, her glories since of humor. 

 Rina is dancing in a field of Daisies.
She's in Casablanca. With dusk they will open the cinema where her favorite French films are being screened. She's remembering with anxiety in that big wave, who was claiming to take her and little Sara away. On that day she decided never to see the Ocean again.  

  

 After a few hours, and two rolls of films, we left. I promised Rina that I will send her the pitures.

I never did.