Patriotism through the eyes of a kid.

A couple days ago, unsure of whether my son’s gan would cover it extensively, I started teaching him about Yom Haatzmaut myself.

Which actually just meant teaching him the word דגל.

Yesterday, he discovered the Israeli flag in our house… the very one we had been talking about. That made him mildly excited and less skeptical that I’m just spewing useless information half the time.

On the way to gan today, through streets covered in flags, lamp posts draped in flags, homes decorated in flags – he just. couldn’t. believe. it.

At every turn, at every new kikar, he squealed in laughter and cries of ‘degels! degel! more degel! DEGELS EVERYWHERE!’

 

And lest you become concerned with there being yet another zealous zionist in the world, well… I’m pretty sure it was more about the wonderment at there being so many of something he just learned exists.

Free to be… sixty three.

Had a great day, especially since Park Begin wasn’t a disheveled, polluted mess by the time it ended! I love how a bunch of immigrant friends can get together, no local family aside, and have a great time of a national holiday.

To the %#@! asshole who let his Doberman Pinscher run loose through groups of families in the park: seriously, fuck you. Your giant dog, which should have been tied up (or not at a family park on a national holiday) ran past my traumatized kid, sunk his teeth into his ball, tore it apart, ran through another family making their kids freak and their baby cry, then you yelled back at the mother who dared call you out on it, and  when you finally caught your dog and started walking away, you didn’t even apologize until we prompted you to. What I really want is to call you at home and have my kid leave a message on your machine, where he says the sentence he’s been repeating all day in a sad, traumatized voice since I explained to him why he can no longer play with his ball in the grass: doggy broken… doggy broken…

<throat clear, dust off shoulder>

I love this country, I love living here, and feel incredibly lucky to be making my life in this place the last six years. I just wish the same for anyone else who’s looking to attempt it.

Israeli flag protekzia.

Someone is watching over us. Taking care that we do right by our adopted citizenhood.

And that someone… is our mortgage bank representative.

She happens to live in Tzur Hadassah, and her home happens to be located at the bottom of the hill our apartment overlooks. And now that she knows exactly where we live (and what our repayments are like) – well, she’s decided to take care of us. When she brought some papers home for us yesterday, she included a package of Israeli flags for us to hang on our mirpeset which overlooks the yishuv.

“I noticed you haven’t hung up any flags yet, so I thought you could use this!”

Finally, a bank that goes above and beyond…?

It’s flag season in Tel Aviv.

Spent the afternoon walking around Tel Aviv. It was the first time I noticed that the flags are out for flag season, or Yom Haatzmaut, which is going down next Wednesday evening-Thursday. It’s Israel’s 60th anniversary this time, so it’s actually more than just personal flags – storefronts, advertisements and highways are more decorated than usual.

Tel Aviv Ibn Gibrol Israeli flags

Ibn Gibrol Street in central Tel Aviv

Tel Aviv municipality flag

Tel Aviv municipality

Residential Israeli flags

Private residence

Steimatsky storefront for Israel

Steimatsky book store

Bank Hapoalim Israeli flag marketing

Bank Hapoalim

Bank Hapoalim Israeli Independence Day marketing

Bank Hapoalim

Elite bus for Israel 60th anniversary

Elite chocolate

Kikar Rabin for Yom Haatzmaut

Kikar Rabin preparations