At first, I thought I would just ignore it and it might go away on its own, but I decided that I couldn’t bear the thought of it crawling on me, so I got up and decided to kill it. But how, given its ENORMOUS size? I took the damp towel I used in wringing out my laundry earlier and threw it over the djook (which is what everyone is
Unfortunately, I really had trouble falling back asleep after all that excitement. I tried to do my best impression of a sleeping person, but by 5 am, I surrendered to the inevitable and got up. I used the extra time to catalog my photocopies on the computer.
After breakfast, I went back to the Israeli State Archives one last time. I wanted to photocopy the file that I had photographed, just to have a second back up, but they had sent it back. I went through the remaining material pretty quickly, and by 10:30, I decided to head up to the
This involves taking the 4A bus, which I had forgotten how much I dislike. Oh, the bus is fine; it’s clean and air conditioned, but once it crosses Jaffa Road and begins to make its way through what amounts to a series of ultra-orthodox slums, the ride becomes more uncomfortable. After 45 minutes, I reached the campus, just in time for lunch in the cafeteria, which really hasn’t changed at all in 13 years.
It turns out that most of what I need is in the main library on the Givat Ram campus, so thankfully I won’t have to do that ride again. But the trip wasn’t in vain. It turns out that they have some of the lesser history textbooks from the 1950s in the Education Library. I asked directions from the reference librarian and she laughed and said “it’s at the end of the world.” Turns out its as far as you can get in the main, long building, before you enter the
[Though it does have a nice view of the
I found some of the books I need, though not the most important ones, and went to look for the photocopy machines. There are three, one on each floor, but one ran out of paper on the third page. Unlike at the State Archives, you don’t have to buy a copy card; their machines accept credit cards (though at the same low price of 35 agarot a copy). Around 3 pm, I decided to head back.
The ride back was like the ride there, but in reverse. The bus starts out only with passengers from the university, but just after passing French Hill begins to get packed with ultra orthodox, including at least one person who actually was crazy. He looked like Rasputin, but wore a long-sleeve sweater. He seemed to be having a very animated conversation with himself, but thankfully, his words remained unspoken in his head. When he got off, I noticed he pulled his sleeves down so his hands didn’t touch anything.
I enjoyed the film and afterwards I walked back through Emek Refaim to get a late dinner. I love the view from right above the Cinemateque:
Silwan and the Jordan Valley at dusk:
Emek Refaim is really is my favorite neighborhood in
They are called “bookstores.” It also has little markets:
And lots of cafes.
Tonight, most people were watching the France-England soccer match of the European Games.
I stopped by the falafel place on Rachel Imenu to get a falafel with everything:
And watch the end of the game. The elderly gentleman sitting with me was rooting for the French. He claimed to be French, but I think he meant Algerian or Moroccan. He didn’t hear very well, so we couldn’t really talk. In any case, although the game was a tie, it seemed to me the French played better..
Tomorrow I head to Yad Vashem. As of tonight I’m almost halfway through my research: six days in archives behind me; seven days in archives ahead of me. This trip is really flying by fast.