I Write In Words. And My Words

The Six-day War Laid A Foundation Of Deep Hatred Toward Israel 50 Years Ago. I Said This At A Very Early Moment Back Then, When People Were Chanting About Liberating Ancestral Land. I Was Quick To Say That Regardless Of The Future Of These Territories, Liberated They Are Not, Because The Term Liberation Only Applies To Human Beings And Not To Land, Not To Real Estate.

Israel Is Imperfect, Of Course It Is - A Far Cry From The Monumental Dreams Of The Founding Fathers. One Of The Reasons Is That Their Dreams Were Unrealistic. They Were Bigger Than Life. These Were Messianic Dreams, Dreams About Total Redemption For The Jews, For The World. Such Dreams Do Not Come True, Not In Their Entirety.

Israel Is A Fulfillment, And As A Fulfillment, It Is Flawed. Dreams Fulfilled Are Imperfect. And, Israel Is Imperfect, Of Course It Is - A Far Cry From The Monumental Dreams Of The Founding Fathers. One Of The Reasons Is That Their Dreams Were Unrealistic. They Were Bigger Than Life. These Were Messianic Dreams, Dreams About Total Redemption For The Jews, For The World. Such Dreams Do Not Come True, Not In Their Entirety.

The Morning I Woke Up And It Was Announced That Trump Was The Elected President Of The United States, I Wrote To Angela Merkel. I Said That She - At Least For Me - Is Now The Leader Of The Free World.

I Know That A Translation Of A Work Of Literature Is Like Playing A Violin Concerto On The Piano. You Can Do This. You Can Do This Very Successfully On One Strict Condition: Never Try To Force The Piano To Produce The Sounds Of The Violin. This Will Be Grotesque.