I go to the Rabin memorial peace Rally, the same square he was shot in 10 years ago. I hate this type of event, thousands of people crowded together to listen to reused reheated political speeches and main stream music, but it’s important to show support and so I go anyway. I’m walking through the crowd with a friend, people around us, a lot of teens, a lot of youth group members are talking excitingly, carrying banners and balloons. I feel pretty unconnected, misplaced, my mind’s on other things, I know too much about relays and demonstration to realize it doesn’t matter what I feel or think right now it’s just important to show up. So we stand there, talking about other things, trying not to make too many jokes. It’s sad to think of what happened to my country in the past 10 years, It’s sad to look back at the past 10 years of my life, thinking of what changed and what remain the same. The friend I’m there with was my boyfriend a long time ago, when Rabin what shot, we were still together.
My phone rings, it’s the Travel agency, wanting to close my order for a ticket to New York I walk out of the rally area, trying to hear her speak over the voices of a huge crowd singing some sad song together. I cross a couple or roads till I manage to get to a relatively quite area. There’s a problem with the dates, and the prices, apparently my ticket’s more expensive then I thought, she’s trying to find something else then another air line, then try to talk me into flying on the middle of January cause flight would be much cheaper and planes so much less crowded. I tell her I need a ticket fast or I’ll loose my nerve. She tells me that cause of Christmas and new years everyone wants to go to New York, I tell her I couldn’t care less about Christmas, and she asks why an I going, and I tell her I’m going cause of love, I scream the whole story of the past couple of months, how I met a person I really connect to on line and going over to see if I can make it work off line as well, I’m talking about love and emotions while the person on stage, a political party leader or a priminister or something, talk about memory and peace and death.