I don’t know what happened. But I woke up today, and the only thing that kept spinning in my mind was a metaphor. It was a motion picture. Of mostly dark-skinned people fussing around in an overcrowded corridor of some really Soviet style, with green and white walls and nothing on them. Very narrow. People are sitting and standing, and chatting, and I get the feeling that it lasts, lasted and will last forever. Some are running past the others. Noise. Rush. Turmoil.
The metaphor – you are thinking. What was the metaphor about? And it was pretty clear in my sleep-shaken mind: it was a metaphor for the state of Israel and the eternal fate of its people. Jammed into this very narrow space, where they have to solve all their internal problems, they are passed and surrounded by the Arabic states and people. They are not really enemy-like, but they are different from them. So they have to put up with it. Till the end of time.


