One of my favorite cafes went out of bussiness. They temporarily made it a gallery - a few unemployed artists are “presenting” their works, pasteries, and self-made coffee, and selling them. It is part of extensive protests that take place in Israel in the past weeks. I bought an overpriced cookie. I am unemployed too, but I have enough money for cookies. I try not to fall for deppression. I registered for painting lessons. The pandemic made me think about what I did with my life. I have plenty of time, I need a dramatic change. How come this concern of pandemic was something I never imagined? I need to work on my imagination.
July 29, 2020
Neither question is one I can answer well. I’ve not been harassed or threatened by anyone, nor anyone that I know of in my immediate circle of friends and family. I don’t know how supportive the people in my community are toward each other. I’ve put my answer as a response to the second question because I can at least say that when I take my daily walks most of the people in my neighborhood are wearing masks, keeping a safe distance as they pass each other, and acknowledging each other’s efforts to be safe like that with a nod, a wave, or a hello. I have to admit that I had very little contact with most of my neighbors before the virus and the pandemic restrictions have made that sense of separation from those physically closest to me even worse. I feel that I should do something about that. That I should do something more to communicate with those in my neighborhood. But I feel so out of practice to start.
June 6, 2021