Oh how many Israelis should read this. It's bloody shocking.
It's today, innit? I'm not sitting here for nothing. I was told he's supposed to be up here, on the roof of the square Azrieli tower. Nope, seems I wasn't fooled; here's the lightning, racing across the sky, and BAM! hitting the roof, just a few metres away from me. But it doesn't disappear; it slowly takes form: feet, hands, head, sandals, like nothing has changed for all these years.
'Welcome back, rabi,' I say, kneeling.
He takes his time, looking around him. He doesn't quite believe his eyes, it seems. He opens and shuts his mouth, like he's writing and erasing in his mind what he's going to say.
'Is there something you wish to say?'
'Whoa...' He finally manages to utter. 'Things... things have changed around here.'
I chuckle. Naturally he'd think so.
'No, rabi. Nothing has changed around here.'
He tilts his head a little, looking at me a bit puzzled. 'Nothing has changed? This place looks nothing like what I remember. I... I can't even begin to explain how...'
'No, nothing has really changed.'
After a few seconds of silence, he finally understands. 'Ohh...'
'We still need you, rabi. We still need you, but won't acknowledge it. Oh Kot, they never will—'
'Ssshh...' He rests his warm hand on my head. 'The day will come, m'lud. Keep your hopes up, it will come.'
I raise my teary eyes to him and see his reassuring smile. I smile too.
'Thank you, rabi.'
'Heh, you can call me Yeshu'a.'
An Cat Dubh, 25.3.09
Unum diem...
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