Well, my loyal readers, I’m back, spending my Shabbat catching up. Quick: what are the official languages of Israel?
Hebrew and Arabic. So what does it really mean to be an official language? Not that I can speak from experience (as I’ve never been an official language myself), but these and only these languages can be spoken on the floor of the Knesset. So what’s with the English all over the place? Ok, that’s a silly question considering the number of English-speakers in the world and in Israel, but it doesn’t explain the abundance of completely ridiculous English t-shirts I’ve seen during all my visits to Israel. If I had my pictures with me, I’d upload the one of my adopted moshav mother from Year Course. A Moroccan woman…couldn’t link together a subject and verb in English…wearing a Nirvana shirt. (Don’t ask me where she got it but when those music “critics” talk about Kurt Cobain being the spokesman for a generation, I’m quite sure he wasn’t talking about hers. What kind of angst can you really have while harvesting roses?)
The English t-shirts are something that every American laughs about, but let’s face it-a lot of them come straight from the States and the dumb era of “take a sarcastic or biting phrase that shouldn’t be funny to anyone out of high school and put it on a sticker, shirt, or pin”. Like this one…
Allright, what else can I tell you? I went to the Dizengoff Center mall yesterday to buy my note cards for Ulpan and walked around with my friend and co-worker Ofra for fun. There’s a food “market” each Friday where you can buy all kinds of prepared foods. We had Indian, bought from an Indian woman (imagine that) who moved here five years ago to open a restaurant. If Israelis are interested to hear my story (and those of other Jewish immigrants), I’d be really interested to hear why a non-Jewish Indian woman would pick up and move here.
Mom and Dad, don’t buy it. It’s in one of my boxes somewhere.)
Shabbat shalom, everyone!