Travel is not only a physical move, a jump to another lado.Implican also a national movement: new insights bring new visions that-inevitably- has its emotional correlate. Although the route is the same, the experience of travel never is.
Today I say goodbye to Tel Aviv (I mean, of Ishmael) with all the emotional charge which is away from one of my great loves. It is well known: for many who have been at this point farewells, remain equally painful. Fortunately, the goodbyes are sad because before there were joyous gatherings.
And once again, it's true: life is made of meetings and partings.
The Tel Aviv-Madrid trip takes five hours, and know that from the sky will look with renewed enjoyment of the wonderful picture of the European shores of the Mediterranean, consoles me a little.
But one can anticipate that look pleasant and return a different reality, particularly inesperada.Rica, too. My eyes could not enjoy the early postal My eyes and my ears were trapped inside the plane overstimulated:
The passage on this flight, it is always mostly Israeli especial.La bound for cities across Europe. They have idiosyncrasies like everyone, of course, cast in appearance, language and some traits that define them in a way no doubt.
No More off, starts wandering down the aisle of the aircraft.In remarkable pilgrimage incessant roam all but me I look at this continuous coming and going in that there are agitated and peies tefillin, hats and beards, wandering busy, too: all talk out loud, everyone comments. And what is worse, in a language I do not know. Loud sounds hit my ears, rasgantes, marked stress in the same tone in which they communicate in a meeting elsewhere in the city: Nakhon pitúaj
threw bracha humus , Haifa ma core? bitachon and hundreds more! So many
Cirules sounds in the environment, so many words! And, as in the balloons of comic strips, the voices rise huddled toward the ceiling, rubbing heads and trunks, are crowded and noisy are floating up there ...
At the same language, the same words, but in a soft voice and moderate tone, the passing of the previous row, kneeling in his seat, talking with my partner ... and that tone and that gesture, I reconciled with my son everyday words. This calms me down.
only return to their momentarily-the-seat time to serve breakfast consisting of yogurt, plenty of salad, omelet, spicy cheese, bread, butter, jam, fruit salad, coffee and a cereal bar! All lunch.
When down there, far, is shaping up, wonderful! - Spain, I-satiated words and voices, I close my eyes to imagine David waiting for me in Barajas. As my mother, every party goes so fast that we must begin to enjoy it from the preparations.
I prepare my heart for the game.
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