The day after the war
It seems that the war has finally ended today, I even gambled and ventured to Haifa, to visit the company I am going to work for, to discuss the terms of the contract, all went well, and I hope to sign the contract on Wednesday. Anyway the truce held, and no missiles landed in Haifa, life was already going back to normal, and in a few days everybody will back to the city, and the traffic jams will be back too.
A few notes, last week I visited the local church of the first time, there was a memorial for the mother of a friend of mine, who died six month ago, the church is a few hundred years old, and the interior is very beautiful. Then we went to visit him at his house, where I got to sit next to his uncle, Zahi Aramali, a footballing prodigy, in my town, the Arabic community and Israel in General, he started his career in the local team, took them from the fourth league to the second league almost single handily, then he move to Macabi Haifa , were he won three championships, was twice top scorer in the league, once chosen as best player (and top scorer at the same time), and also once awarded the most fair player in the league award, for his sportsmanship, he was never sent off in during his years in the first league. Unfortunately the local team is in a bad state now, they were demoted to the fifth league last month and they might even break up completely, and start again from the bottom, I asked him about what he thinks about the what is happening to the local team, he replied that things don't look good, but declined to comment any further on the situation, he probably does it enough for the local media.
Another a few unpleasant stories, one was from the brother of my friend, who applied for a job to a company called Matrix, he first had a technical interview there, which he passed, then he was invited to a second interview, were the discussion focused soley on his political views, what does he think about working with Jewish people? what does he think about what is going on in Gaza, and so on, he did not get the job. I had applied for tens of jobs myself, and was not invited to one interview, no body even replied to me. The second incident happened today, I went with uncle to the Carmel beach in Haifa, a lovely beach with nice cafes and restaurant, after having lunch in one of the cafes, we headed home, my uncle is a taxi driver, and he was with his taxi, some people waved us near the entrance to the train station, we stopped for them, picked them up, but then the women asked what station was the taxi from , my uncle hesitated, but I answered her straight, that we are from Shefa-Amr, she asked him to stop, and they stepped down from the taxi, muttering all kinds of insinuations , then when other people wanted to take the taxi, they dissuaded them as well, one guy was even already in the car, when they called him and warned him, I was seething , I wanted to go out and confront them, but I did not, I though it was not worth it, now I am not sure maybe I should have , anyway we waited for ten minutes no one wanted to get into the cap, they preferred waiting in the sun, as no taxis were arriving, we gave up and left.
I don't know if these two stories is an indication of a further rise in racism in Israel, fueled by the recent escalations between the Palestinians and the Israel, and between now between Lebanon and Israel, but after living two years in the US, three in the Netherlands, and traveling the whole of the south America, I believe I live in the most racist country in the world.
A few notes, last week I visited the local church of the first time, there was a memorial for the mother of a friend of mine, who died six month ago, the church is a few hundred years old, and the interior is very beautiful. Then we went to visit him at his house, where I got to sit next to his uncle, Zahi Aramali, a footballing prodigy, in my town, the Arabic community and Israel in General, he started his career in the local team, took them from the fourth league to the second league almost single handily, then he move to Macabi Haifa , were he won three championships, was twice top scorer in the league, once chosen as best player (and top scorer at the same time), and also once awarded the most fair player in the league award, for his sportsmanship, he was never sent off in during his years in the first league. Unfortunately the local team is in a bad state now, they were demoted to the fifth league last month and they might even break up completely, and start again from the bottom, I asked him about what he thinks about the what is happening to the local team, he replied that things don't look good, but declined to comment any further on the situation, he probably does it enough for the local media.
Another a few unpleasant stories, one was from the brother of my friend, who applied for a job to a company called Matrix, he first had a technical interview there, which he passed, then he was invited to a second interview, were the discussion focused soley on his political views, what does he think about working with Jewish people? what does he think about what is going on in Gaza, and so on, he did not get the job. I had applied for tens of jobs myself, and was not invited to one interview, no body even replied to me. The second incident happened today, I went with uncle to the Carmel beach in Haifa, a lovely beach with nice cafes and restaurant, after having lunch in one of the cafes, we headed home, my uncle is a taxi driver, and he was with his taxi, some people waved us near the entrance to the train station, we stopped for them, picked them up, but then the women asked what station was the taxi from , my uncle hesitated, but I answered her straight, that we are from Shefa-Amr, she asked him to stop, and they stepped down from the taxi, muttering all kinds of insinuations , then when other people wanted to take the taxi, they dissuaded them as well, one guy was even already in the car, when they called him and warned him, I was seething , I wanted to go out and confront them, but I did not, I though it was not worth it, now I am not sure maybe I should have , anyway we waited for ten minutes no one wanted to get into the cap, they preferred waiting in the sun, as no taxis were arriving, we gave up and left.
I don't know if these two stories is an indication of a further rise in racism in Israel, fueled by the recent escalations between the Palestinians and the Israel, and between now between Lebanon and Israel, but after living two years in the US, three in the Netherlands, and traveling the whole of the south America, I believe I live in the most racist country in the world.
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