Sorry! For some reason, the computer has been rebelling on WordPress, and so I was unable to update! But its all good now, so I owe you guys two days, and later tonight I’ll update on today!
Sunday I was giving Grandma a hard time on waking up, you know how I like my sleep, so we ended up just doing errands. We walked over to the local mall so my Grandma could make a doctor’s appointment, and unlike America, she got an appointment and a referral the same day! Security here is pretty tight. Everytime we’re going into a bigger store, they check our purses, and make us walk through a metal detector. I think it’s because they’re afraid they are going to get bombed. Don’t worry! I’m not going to blow anything up! Haha
Anyways, after the mall, we went back to the “kick it spot” to pick up a couple of things. We stopped at Big Apple Pizza for lunch and to my surprise they were playing things like “Red Hot Chili Peppers,” and “The Beatles.” After sweet Grandma bought some nasty looking cookies from these suedo-Israeli-girl scouts, to help needy children we went to a fan store to check out some fans. We’ve been having a heat-wave. Grandma is a great bargainer! She got the fan man to continually drop the price! (Which still doesn’t really matter because later we walked by another store, and their fan was 10 shekels cheaper than ours even with the discounts.) Having been to this fan store, I really appreciate the value of having a car because I had to “shlug” the very big, heavy box all the way to the kettle store so Grandma could do her thing there, and then to the bus stop. When we got home, I took another nap and just relaxed while Grandma went to her doctor appointment and got referrals for x-rays. It was a pretty good day!
WHAT A VERY BUSY DAY!
So, Grandma woke me up in the morning and we hustled and bustled to get ready to go to Yad Vashem! Yad Vashem is Jerusalem’s Holocaust museum. A couple of years back, Grandma took me to the Holocaust museum in L.A. The L.A. holocaust museum had nothing on Yad Vashem! It was way more informative, and seeing as how most of the people there were Jewish, it was a lot more personal. People all around me were getting emotional, including myslelf.
In many of the rooms, interviews were shown by the holocaust victims describing their pain. They talked about seeing their love ones die, the horribly disgusting things that happened to them, and how most of them, didn’t see the point in the war ever being over because they had no one to go home to. The sad truth of it all was disturbing.
We saw the real striped pajamas, and the real yelow stars they were forced to wear as an act of humiliation. There was a display of hundreds of shoes the Jewish people were forced to wear to their death. We saw pictures of Jewish men and woman being humiliated by having their hair shaved and left with bruises and bloody scalps. Jewish men lined up with shovels being forced to dig their own grave before being shot at the end, some dug their graves with their own hands.
Underground Freedom Fighters, who even though they knew they were outnumbered against the Germans, continued to fight just to show that they were not weak. There were hundreds of censored books that made it through Hitler’s commands to be burned. I read Hitler’s speech of hate, convincing the public that Jewish people took on the shape of the devil and saw one of the cattle cars, in which hundreds of Jewish people were crammed into limited space for thousands of miles with no food, little or no water, or air, fighting with one another to stay alive.
One man described a way of escaping underneath the cattle car through a small opening in the floor but dying was a huge risk. There was a memorial room for the children who were murdered, featuring thousands of candles and mirrors in a darkened room where each of their names, where they were from and their ages were spoken. And there was a memorial for the 1.5 million Jewish Allied soldiers who fought against Hitler in the resistance movements.
There was this wall and it had all the first and last names of the diceased, and we saw one of our relative’s names-Brand. It was all just sad, it really made me appreciate being Jewish. While we were getting lunch, a man walked up to me speaking hebrew, I understood what he was saying and he asked if I was an Israeli. When I answered no, he seemed very surprised and told me I look very much like an Israeli then asked if I was Jewish. He was not surprised to hear that I was. Then his friend started talking to Grandma and seemed surprised to hear that Grandma was a Great- Grandma, he was flirting hard-core with her, cause you know, Grandma’s bawlin’ (Awesome.)
After Yad Vashem, we ventured down to the doctor’s so Grandma could get her X-rays, (Grammy has a bad hip:( ) While I was waiting for her to get done, beside me there was a sudoku paper. On it were the levels “very easy,” “easy,” “medium,” and “hard.” I am not pleased to report that I could not even do one box on the “very easy” level. By the time Grandma came out I was all mad and had a headache from trying to figure it out.
We got to relax at home for about 30 minutes before venturing out again. We had plans to go to Jerusalem’s “Light Show!” The Light show was a scene on the Tower of David that was projected to paint a picture of Jerusalem’s history. It began with King David playing his harp on the roof of the palace, the Queen of Sheba visiting King Soloman’s Palace, the City of Jerusalem being destroyed in the Babylonian exile, the rebuilding of the temple, the destruction of the second temple, early Christianity, Muhammad’s night journey, the crusaders, the Ottoman period, ( you know how I dislike them Ottomans for what they did to the Armenians) and up to Modern Times.
In the beginning, I was so tired that I continuously nodded off and Grandma had to keep waking me up. I ended up rushing to the bathroom to splash water on my face to wake me up! The light show was beautiful and so was the Tower of David. Unfortunately, photography was not allowed in at that time, but I’ll go back because it was just beautiful.
After the light show, we tried doing a little photography in the Old City but I didn’t have the right lens for what I wanted to do so I got all cranky. So we went to “Rimones” in the Mamilla Mall to eat dinner. There were a lot of bimbos smoking cigarettes around us and Grandma didn’t want to eat smelling it. I didn’t want to see it, OR smell it. We asked our waitress if we could move to a more isolated area because of the smoke, and when I turned around, some chick with a cigarette in her hand tried to give me a wanna-be mad dog stare, as if we just “tattled” on her. At that point I was RIDICULOUSLY cranky, so I shot her such a look, her ugly face won’t ever be able to comprehend. I was about to teach her some new English words she would never forget until I decided to just sit down and enjoy dinner with my Grandma.
Dinner was delicious, three different groups broke glass and they were playing the same repititious song with the most awful techno beat ever. We ate, talked, laughed and before we knew it we were walking home at 1:00 o’clock A.M. The time buses don’t run anymore.
As we walked home, coming the other direction was a group of Muslim women in their early twenties. A few of them were meowing. ? One of the veered toward Grandma and she thought it might be intentional. I said we could take ‘em! Grandma said she didn’t think we’d have to. She pointed out to me that they were not accompanied by a male family member as required in other Muslim countries where that would be the only way they could be out . . . day or night. It just shows the freedom that all Arab-Israeli citizens enjoy. They are allowed to drive too. We got to bed at 2:30 A.M.
It was an amazingly perfect day.
Today I woke up at noon, I have never done that before. Because of this we kind of just had a “kick it” day. I woke up and wrote my blog. The crazy thing is, I wrote all of this this morning. The connection dropped and we have been trying all day to get it back until finally I had to write it again. PICTURE HAVING TO WRITE ALL OF THIS TWICE IN ONE DAY. And no, I didn’t memorize it. We also got into a facebook fight with this dude on religion. It was funny. Grandma wanted to write something like “This is Acacia’s Grandmother speaking….” I said no because if he were to say something against her, I would have to hurt him, and I can’t do that when I’m across the world. We ended up just walking to get some fruit and a burger and continuing home. Relaxing day.
I want to add a little special note: Thank you to all the people who read my blog, it means a lot that you are taking time out of your day to read all of this, especially this time since there was so much to read! I love when my fans tell me “Acacia, Y U NO WRITE BLOG YESTERDAY!” haha:)
I started this as a mental note to me so that when I left I could always remember where I have been, and what I have done. Now I HAVE to write as a responsibilty to my fans. Even though I don’t get paid in doing so. JUST KIDDING! hahaha!
Anyways, see you tomorrow!
I TOOK ANOTHER PILL (fish oil) TODAY!!!!! I’m no longer pill-challenged.