recieved several requests from friends about my adress.
write you from a secret japanese house ın ıstanbul, but soon i wıll be based here.
Evelına Taunyte
c/o Tsira Chelidze
Toidze 6, Chugureti
Tbilisi
Georgia
a matter of luck, since post in georgia is like a game… but as with everythıng ı guess – worth trying 
Matas asked me to buy Matzen. Matzen is traditional Jewish bread – no yeast. Like crackers. Sure we buy Matzen. But whaaa, it feels like a stone. Just as every time in Israel I would get mad realising another case of injustice of the “screaming to heaven” sort and Manar would say, please, no politics, I would keep it like swolen stone inside of me.
After having seen with my own eyes things over there, it becomes more and more difficult to distinguish between the nations and politics. Olmert is not the same as Amos Oz, Putin is not the same as Tolstoy, Sarkozy is not Bourdeau and Bush not Thoreau. It is probably one of the biggest challenges of humanity I guess – to separate nation from politics. It would be better not to have a nationality concept at all. Just people living in places, as it was not soo long ago. And making politics not a matter of national pride, but as a business to meet the needs of people living here and now. No wonder, that Gaza explodes. As long as Palestinians don’t have even water, things will stay as they are. And the gay community in Lithuania will face the same reactions as those days as long as the children won’t read anything about homosexuality as a fact in their schoolbooks, and there will be others after Bush leading religious wars as long as the idea of evolution will stay banned from many schools in US.
One state solution in Palestine is just as unimaginable as, let’s say, France today with a president with Algerian background. Although issues are so sensitive that one can hardly put these chronical wounds of the society in comparison. Why still societies and not SOCIETY? One thing. Not only in Palestine. We are all in one sinking boat. Same boat.
Global citizenship is not a matter of natural process. It is a matter of political will. Just as it was and is a strategical goal of EU to create a EU identity adjusting structures to it and providing financial injections to anything that supports the idea, it is the same with any kind of identity. It is an illusion to think we are individual and free in our thinking.
Just as a graffiti in Tel Aviv says. Custom made. We could and would think in a different way about nationalities, economics, gays and lesbians, if there would be a different political will. How can we get around I wonder?
kai pavoge kompa gruzijoj, tai praradau ir savo visa muzika, tai va kiek pas draugus uzsilike jos, tiek ir yra. vakar pas goetz uztikau savo gabaliuka, visai nieko, net nebezinojau, kad toki buvau irasius. tom waits coveris.
puiku, ir vel atsivere verslo nisha marijos zemej
Zaliasis obuolys! Net jei jusu galiojimo laikas pasibaige, uzkande skubiai ir patogiai galimte isspresti jusu potencijos problemas. Ir niekas nebesutrukdys doros seimos kurimui!
Efektyvus lauzai! Skubiai ir patogiai sudeginsime kiekviena desimta zmogu, kuris jums pasirodys nukrypes nuo seimos doroves.
Pirkdami siuos du produktus gausite su 10% nuolaida saules akinius su filtru, kuris isfiltruos jums visas visuomenes nedorybes ir gyvensite roziniame pasaulyje!
Raganu UAB – zinios ir patirtis nuo 1519 A.D. !
pagaliau esu prie laidu ir kompu. kraunu i galerijas fotkes is palestinos ir izraelio. kur grazu ir zalia – ten buves arabu kaimas, izraelieciu sugriautas ir pusaitem apsodintas. siaip druzokai mano ten, manar, elena, sagi. grafiti is jeruzales, tel avivo ir quneitra checkpoint, jeruzalej grotuoti namai, kuriuos zydai jega pereme is arabu, ir dabar tik su kruva grotu ir spynu gyvena, vaikai eina gatven zaisti su palyda nesina automatais. ziurime cia
siaip sirijos ir turkijos nuotrauku nauju dar yr cia
bet jokios fotkes negali nusakyti tokiu fakteliu, kaip pvz. kad gazoj vaikai, gyvenantys prie juros iki praeitu metu negalejo lipti i vandeni, cia taip jau keli desimtmeciai buvo, pernai izraelieciai netycia issprogdino pleze piknikaujancia palestinieciu seima, kad jeruzalej, jei turi araba drauga ir nori ieiti i kabaka, tai nebutinai ileidzia, kad negali eiti i univiera ar niekur kitur, jei izraelieciai sugalvoja uzdaryt checkpoints. todel paskutines naujienos daugiau nei suprantamos.
kaip beziureciau, man viskas susiveda i religijas. jei turit laiko, paziurekit dawkins filmuka. ir “paradise now”.
gero sekmadienio. ka renkates siandiena? vysniu pyraga, ar kremo?
turkijoj tuo tarpu ne pyragai. karinis sekuliarumas, ar religine demokratija?
atrodo, lyg ir sventiskai pavasariskai ir puosniai bobutes baznytelen sekmadieni traukia.
po jaruzales matau daugiau. jaruzale savo zydejime stai cia
from jerusalem to ramallah is one step for me,
but an eternity for humanity there.
see the film.
for more realities: palestine times
Jerusalem is the strangest city I have ever entered…. I found this piece by Khalil Gibran, the Lebanese writer and philosopher and am sure, he must have had Jerusalem in mind.
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The Blessed City
In my youth I was told that in a certain city every one lived according to the Scriptures.
And I said, “I will seek that city and the blessedness thereof.” And it was far. And I made great provision for my journey. And after forty days I beheld the city and on the forty-first day I entered into it.
And lo! the whole company of the inhabitants had each but a single eye and but one hand. And I was astonished and said to myself, “Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?”
Then I saw that they too were astonished, for they were marvelling greatly at my two hands and my two eyes. And as they were speaking together I inquired of them saying, “Is this indeed the Blessed City, where each man lives according to the Scriptures?” And they said, “Yes, this is that city.”
“And what,” said I, “hath befallen you, and where are your right eyes and your right hands?”
And all the people were moved. And they said, “Come thou and see.”
And they took me to the temple in the midst of the city. And in the temple I saw a heap of hands and eyes. All withered. Then said I, “Alas! what conqueror hath committed this cruelty upon you?”
And there went a murmur amongst them. And one of their elders stood forth and said, “This doing is of ourselves. God hath made us conquerors over the evil that was in us.”
And he led me to a high altar, and all the people followed. And he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:
“If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee; for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell. And if thy right hand offend thee, cut if off and cast it from thee; for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.”
Then I understood. And I turned about to all the people and cried, “Hath no man or woman among you two eyes or two hands?”
And they answered me saying, “No, not one. There is none whole save such as are yet too young to read the Scripture and to understand its commandment.”
And when we had come out of the temple, I straightway left that Blessed City; for I was not too young, and I could read the scripture.
The Madman: His Parables and Poems by Kahlil Gibran (©1918 by Kahlil Gibran and ©1946 by the Administrators CTA of Kahlil Gibran Estate and Mary G. Gibran)
uploaded some pics:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/46539910@N00
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