Showing posts with label Aliyah Tips. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 30, 2023

אחדות ישראל: ביקורת עולים המבקרים את הישראלים / Jewish Unity? Bashing Israeli-Bashing

י״ב לחודש החמישי תשפ״ג

Even though this post is directed to most, but of course not all, native, English speaking immigrants in Israel, place of honor is still given to Hebrewת by placing it before the English version.

עשר אגורות (2¢):
במהלך 26 השנים שאני גר בארץ, למצערי אני שמעתי את עולים דוברי אנגלית בישראל אומרים דברים מזלזלים על ישראלים (בואו נגיד שמדברים על ישראלים שנולדו בארץ). כמעט תמיד השגרה היא ככה. דוברי אנגלית האומרים משהו לא יפה לא למד מספיק על תרבות הישראלית, הניחו את הגרוע מכל שמנצלים אותם, ונתקעו בראשם שהדרך הטובה והנכונה לעשות משהו היא כמו שעושים בארה״ב (...או באנגליה, או אוסטרליה או בדרום אפריקה, וכו׳). ולא משנה בין אם בעסק, בעבודה, בחיים אישיים.

אני מקווה שברור מאוד שאני לא כותב על כל דוברי אנגלית שבארץ. חס ושלום.

אבל כנראה המצב הזה מוכר לכם כי כיום באופנה בחדשות ובתקשורת החברתית לדבר על אנשים החושבים שהם זכאים או שחושבים שהכל מגיע להם. ארה״ב היא ענקית. אמריקאים ידועים כמרוכזים בתרבות שלהם ולא בשום תרבות אחרת. אני לא יכול לדבר על שום מדינה אחרת. אם אתם לא גדלתם ליד הגבול הבינלאומי של מקסיקו כמוני, אז כנראה אין לכם הרבה ניסיון חיים רב-תרבותי. אפילו אם אתם גדלתם בעיר ניו יורק או מיאמי, אולי אתם הצלחתם להסתובב בהתעלמות לכל דבר שונה מכם מבחינה תרבותית אלא מתיחסים לדברים כאלה כדבר יוצא דופן ואקזוטי.

כשאני נמצא בשכונות דוברי אנגלית, אני קצת מתבייש כשאני פותח את הפה, וישראלי שומע את המבטא שלי. לאחר דקה או שתיים בפיטפוט, הישראלי מבין שאני "לא ככל האמריקאים הרגילים" שהוא מכיר או כי אני אמרתי נכון בשפה איזה ביטוי או מילת סלנג, או שהגבתי "אין בעיה" כשהוא מודיע לי על עיכוב אפשרי בשירות.

אני רוצה להאמין שאני ברוב הישראלים האמריקאים, שמדברים עברית בנוחות ואשר הסתגלו, מרגישים בנוח במסגרת תרבותית ישראלית, או שלפחות אלה רוצים להשיג את המטרות האלה למרות כמה מתסכל בהתחלה בארץ חדשה.

כמה מהעולים החדשים בוחרים לגור בעיירות או בשכונות דוברי אנגלית. יש גם העולים כמוני שבוחרים להימנע בכל מחיר מלגור באזורים כאלה. שתי הבחירות האלה יכולות להיות הבחירה הנכונה.

במקום להנציח את אותה השליליות שאני מאשים כמה מכם בהנצחה, הנה רשימה חלקית של החוויות החיוביות שעברתי בישראל. אולי קריאת הרשימה מעודדת אותך לשנות את ההשקפה לחדשה ושונה:
כשאני היגשתי ביקשת אזרחות הפקיד במשרד הפנים בתל אביב זכר אותי מהפעם הקודמת שהגעתי לשם לבקש אשרת סטודנט. וכשחזרתי אליו בעוד 30 ימים כדי לקבל תעודת זהות, הוא קם, נתן לי יד, ואמר לי ״מזל טוב.״

הגבר שנתן לי טראמפ בשומרון התעקש להקפיץ אותי למעלה ליישוב ולא פשוט עצר לי בצומת היישוב.

הבחור שנתן לי כסף לעלות לאוטובוס ואמר לי לתת את זה לצדקה במקום לחפש אותו כדי להחזיר לו את הכסף.

האישה שנתנה לי לגשת לקופה לפניה כי היה רק דבר אחד או שניים.

הנהג האוטובוס שמסתכן בעבודה שלו, בכך שהוא מאפשר לילד בן 10 לעלות לאוטובוס, ולשלם לו בפעם הבאה כי הילד שכח את הכסף שלו וצריך להגיע לבית הספר.

בעל החנות שמזג לי כוס מיץ ביום חם מאוד, אפילו ללא לשאול אותי ולפני שהספקתי להגיד שלום.

הבחור שעובד בחנות השווארמה שזוכר את ההזמנה הרגילה שלי ומכין אותה אפילו ללא לשאול כדי שהיא מוכנה כבר כשאני מגיע לקופה. הגבר שהזכיר לקופאי בחנות שהתור שלי ולא התור שלו. זאת אומרת הוא לא עוקף אותי בתור אלא המקפיד על ההגינות.

נהג האוטובוס שרואה אותי רץ אליו ואז הוא מחכה לי, כדי שלא אצטרך לחכות עוד 20 דקות לאוטובוס הבא.

...וגם אף אחד מהנוסעים התלונן בכלל על כך שהנהג נאלץ לחכות לי עוד שתי דקות בתחנת האוטובוס.

הרוקחת החרדית שמצאה לי מוצר זול משמעותי למרות ההפסד לבית המרקחת. לא. והיא לא מצאה לי מותג גנרי אלא מותג ידוע.

אני עובד בהכתבה הזו כבר הרבה זמן. עכשיו כשקבלתי את ההזמנה שלי בבית הקפה אני שפכתי את הקפה שלי. העובד לא חשב על זה פעמיים אלא הוא הכין לי עוד אחד מייד חינם.
אני מניח שאתם גם עברתם חוויות דומות בארץ המוצא שלכם, במיוחד בעיירות קטנות ובשכונות איפה מרגישים שבמשפחה אחת גדולה. אבל אתם גם נזכרים מקרים כאלה בארץ? האם שמים לב בכלל? האם דנים בכל ישראלי כף זכות?

אתם חיים בנוחות מדי בבועה המבודדת של דוברי האנגלית? האם מרגישים שצריכים להתגונן? האם אתם רוצים לצעוק עליי ״שנאת חינם״, שפירסמתי כתבה כזו רק כמה ימים אחרי תשעה באב?

להרגע.

גם אני לא אוהב את זה כשאומרים לי להירגע. אם הכתבה מפריעה להם עד כדי כך, אז לחזור אליה מאוחר יותר, ולקרוא רק את רשימת החוויות החיוביות שרשמתי.

יש רק עוד חודש וחצי לראש השנה. שנה חדשה היא הזדמנות מצוינת להתחיל לפתח השקפה חדשה. היא גם הזדמנות מצוינת לשנות את גישת החיים שלנו.

אנחנו לא מושלמים. גם ישראלים גם לא מושלמים.

לקחת את ההזדמנות להיות גמישים יותר ואז החיים שלכם בארץ יוכלו להפוך להיות מדהימים.

אני מניח שחוויתם אותן החוויות או דומות במדינות היכן נולדתם, במיוחד בעיירות קטנות או בשכונות שבן מרגישים שבמשפחה אחת גדולה.

Esser Agaroth (2¢):
Over the 26 years I have lived inIsrael, I have had the very unfortunate experience of hearing English-speaking olim (immigrants) in Israel say disparaging things about native Israelis. The pattern is almost always the same. The people speaking did not do their homework regarding Israeli culture, assumed the worst that they were being taken advantage of, and had it stuck in the heads that the best and proper way to operate in any situation, whether business, work, personal, is always the American way of doing things (...or British, or Australian, or South African, etc.).

I hope it is obvious that I am not writing about all English speakers in Israel, not by a long shot.

However, this situation should sound very familiar to you, as the word "entitled" is very popular these days in the news and in social media. The United States is huge. American are known for their cultural-centric mentality. I cannot speak for any other countries. Unless you grew up near the Mexican border, as I did, I guess you cannot be expected to have much multi-cultural life experience. Even you grew grew in New York City or Miami, you can still manage to wander around, blind to anything culturally different than yourselves, instead looking upon such things as exotic oddities.

When I am in areas known for their English speakers, generally suburbs, I always feel embarrassed when I open my mouth, and a native Israeli hears my accent. After a minute or two chatting, the native Israeli realizes that I am "not one of those Americans," either because I used an idiom or slang word correctly, or I responded with "ein ba'ayah" (no problem), after being told there might be a delay in service.

I would like to think that I am in the majority of American Israelis, who speak Hebrew comfortably and who have adapted, feeling comfortable within an Israeli cultural framework, or who at least have these set as their goals, no matter how frustrating it can be upon first arriving in a new country, and wanting to call it home. But, I don't know.

Some new immigrants choose to live in predominantly English speaking towns or neighborhoods. Others, like myself, choose to avoid such residential areas at all costs. Both of these choices can be the correct choice.

Rather than perpetuate the same negativity I am accusing some of you of perpetuating, here is only a partial list of the positive experiences I have had in Israel. Perhaps this will encourage you to embraace a new and different perpective.
The clerk at the Ministry of Interior remembers me from the year before, expedites my request for aliyah/citizenship. Incidentally, I have never had a negative experience at this Ministry. Maybe it was because I smiled, was polite, and bothered to ask to clerk how she was doing that day, instead acting upon some old, classist idealist from the U. S. that since I have a few letters after my name, or that I have what I believe is a better job than clerk, then I must be better than them

The man who gives me a tremp (ride) through the Shomron (Samaria), and goes out of his way to take me up the hill to my town, instead of dropping me off at the junction below. Actually, this happened several times, and always by native Israelis.

The total stranger who gives me money to catch the bus, and said to give to tzedaqah (charity), instead of having to track him down to pay him back.

The person who reminds the store person who protects your place in line, and who reminds you that you're before him when you weren't paying attention.

The lady who let me go before when you only have one or two items.

The bus driver who risks his job, by allowing a 10-year-old kid on the bus, and to pay him next time, because he forgot his money, and needs to get to school.

The store owner who poured me a glass of juice on a hot day, without even asking, and before I even had a chance to say hello.

The guy who works at the shwarmah place, who remembers how I like and prepares it without even asking, so it is ready when I get to the front of the line.

The bus driver who sees me running down a ramp from a bridge who waits for me, so that I do not have to wait another 20 minutes for the next bus.

...AND none of the passengers complained about having to wait an extra two minutes for me at the bus stop.

The Haredi pharmacist who found a significantly less expensive version of a product, not covered by insurance. No. Not just a generic, but a well-known brand.

I have been working on this post for while now, years, in fact. Just now, while getting my order at my usual coffeehouse, I spilled my coffee all over the place. The server did not have to think twice about it. He had another one prepared for me, free of charge.
I am guessing that you had the same or similar experiences in your country of origin, especially in smaller towns or close knit neighborhoods. Do any of you remember any of these events while living in Israel? Did you miss them? Have you bothered to pay attention? Or did the lashon harah (inappropriate things you've heard) get too stuck in your heads to allowit? Did you judge with native Israelis with kaf zekhuth (benefit of the doubt)?

Too comfortable living in your insulated, English-speaking bubble? Feeling a little defensive, and getting ready to cry "sinas hinam" (baseless hatred), and yell at me for daring to post such a thing, so soon after Tisha b'Av?

Relax.

Yeah, I know. I hate it when people tell me to relax. Nevertheless, if you are getting flustered, set this post aside, then come back to it later, and only read the list of positive experiences I wrote.

We are a month and a half away from Rosh HaShannah. A new year is a great opportunity to begin developing a new perspective, a great opportunity to change our attitudes.

We are not perfect. Neither are native Israelis.

Take the initiative to bend a little, and you may end up amazing yourselves.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

On My 18th Aliyah Anniversary, Here's My Story!

 מוצש״ק פר׳ מטות-מסעי תעש"ה

This post was inspired by Tomer Devorah's Aliyah Advice For Those Who Are Interested.

Coming up on my 18th anniversary of not only making aliyah, but arriving in Israel for the first in my life, I realized, thanks to Tomer Devorah, that I had never written about my personal aliyah story. Even though I have written tips on aliyah, before, during, and after, based on personal experience.

Eighteen years ago today, I landed at Ben-Gurion International Airport for the first in my life, and I stayed.

My flight took off from Los Angeles, where I was living for the last nine months of my life in the U. S. There was an hour stopover in Chicago, and then it was onto Israel. When we took off from Chicago, my thought was, "This is it!"

"Fly El Al - most of the pilots are former Israeli air force pilots who aren't afraid..." @ASoldiersMother
Periodically glancing at the real time, flight map at the front of the cabin, I saw when we were over international waters, and then past the half-way point of crossing the Atlantic Ocean. There was no turning back now. But, the truth was, I knew that I was never going back, at not permanently, and I never have. In fact, I only left for a two-week course in England, in 1998. That means I have not left Israel in 17 years. For years, I either did not have the money, or I did not have the time off from work. Now, I do not have any interest in leaving Israel at all.

My journey to Israel, however, actually began years before I actually landed here.

You see, I had already tried to come to Israel several times beforehand.

In 1985, I wanted to come for my junior year of study abroad. In 1994, I tried coming for a year of study in yeshivah. In both of these cases, I did not have the money to go. Remember that Birthright did not exist back then. Even though it is just over 10 years old, many Jews do not realize that it is...just over 10 years old.

In 1996, I visited with the shali'ah (State representative) in Los Angeles to "apply" for aliyah.

Taking his suggestion, I wrote several options as to what I would actually be doing Israel, to show how open and flexible I was. I wrote IDF service, yeshivah, ulpan (intensive Hebrew study) and work. I had already wrote to the Ministries of Health and Education to get my professional degrees and certifications recognized, and was in contact with the Israeli branch of my professional association.

But, in the end I was "rejected," for not being focused. Of course, the facts that I had never even visited Israel, nor knew anyone here, worked against me. But, what no one ever told me explicitly was that my only loss would be a paid flight, and help with a place to stay.

Finally, in 1997 everything fell in place very quickly. I believe very strongly that I was meant to come at this time, and not before.

A friend of mine found an ad for a teachers program in Israel, co-sponsored by the LA Federation, the City of Tel-Aviv, and the Jewish Agency. In April, 1997, I interviewed for the program, and was accepted. I was told not to worry about money. This program really took care of me. So, I must give credit where credit is due.

In June, I found a cheap, one-way ticket, from someone with whom I volunteered a couple times a month, who turned out to be a travel agent.

Only a week before I was to fly, I lost my passport. But, I was able to get a new one, with special, yet pricey, three-day service, and a cool boss who let me come into work late a couple of times, so that I could deal with this.

Although Nefesh b'Nefesh did not exist back then, and handouts of chunks of money had been cancelled, at least for Americans, and other olim (immigrants) from Western countries, I managed. The shali'ah in Los Angeles had told me that I should bring at least $11,000. with me, as a single person. Yeah, right! As if!

I stepped off the plane with just $300 in my pocket, a duffel bag, and one carry on bag. Of course, I had a job and a place to live lined up. Like I said, everything just fell into place. I might even say miraculously so.

I even had a place to stay in a merkaz qelitah (absorption center) for two years, which is unusual. Most olim do not even receive more than a year. Rent was only about $86. per month, as I distinctly remember that the rate of exchange was 3.5 sheqqels to a dollar back then.

I soon obtained a student visa, good for a year. Just over a year later, a came back to the Ministry of the Interior at 6:30am, yet I was still only 13th in line. Hours later, I met the same clerk who had given me my student visa. I brought my birth certificate, passport, and letter from my rabbi in San Diego, stating that I was Jewish. I had heard it recommended to bring in your mother's kethubbah (marriage contract) as well, but I did not, as I did not have access to it.

The clerk glanced over everything, but took only the letter and stamped my U. S. passport with my request, and told me to come back in 30 days. I did, and he gave me my te'udath zehuth (identity card), stood up, shook my hand, and said Mazal Tov.

One tip I discovered about the process, which I feel is important to share is that each rabbinical association has its own list at the Jewish Agency of recognized rabbis. The application is sent there for confirmation of ones Jewish status. I called the Jewish Agency in advance of my submission of documents at the Ministry of the Interior. When I mentioned the name of the rabbi who had signed my letter, I was told that his name was absent from the list.

I almost started to freak-out. But, then a thought came to me.... I asked the person on the phone which list she had checked. She said the Orthodox Union [OU] list. Then I asked if Young Israel had its own list. She said yes, and sure enough, found the name of my rabbi on this list. I made a point of telling this to the Interior Ministry clerk, just in case.

I believe this insured that everything went as smoothly as it did. So, check to make sure that your rabbi is listed. I believe that Chabba"d also has its own list.

Almost a year and a half ago, I renounced my U. S. citizenship. I know that this is not the choice for everyone. You can read about my experiences with this, including how the process works, and about reporting ones income, and assets, or lack thereof, for the final time to the IRS.

After living in Tel-Aviv for two years, I moved around. Jerusalem, Beth-El, Ofra, and eventually to K'far Tapu'ah for five years. For the past six years I have been back in Jerusalem.

I have been homeless in Israel, in debt, unemployed, and survived a suicide bombing. I have interviewed, worked, learned, lived, and dealt with government offices. I have job hunted, apartment hunted, friend hunted, and community hunted. It has not been easy. We are even warned in the Talmud that it is not easy. But, this is home, and it is where all Jews belong, not in the U. S.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Losing Your Rav Kav

כ"א לחודש השנים עשר תשע"ה

The Rav Kav is Israel's version of an all purpose transit card. It can be loaded with up to eight different series of payment options, from a variety of different companies.

For example, if you live in Jerusalem, but work in Tel-Aviv, you can have your Jerusalem city bus and light rail pass encoded on the same card with your your round-trip tickets between the two cities, and your Tel-Aviv city bus pass. Then there is still room for five more passes or series tickets.

Sure, you can theoretically be tracked, but the system is convenient, right?

Well, there is a catch, or two.

I recently lost my Rav Kav. No problem. I'll just get a new one, right? It was even promised that since the computerized system keeps a record of what gets purchased and loaded into it, and would even be able to recover my monthly pass, lost along with it.

Not so fast.

I got my card replace from the Egged Bus Company easily enough. There was a line. But, they had five stations open to receive customers, and they were open until 7:00pm. So, there was no need to miss work. I was told the the remaining trip ticket I had on my pass would take a week to replace. OK. No big whoop.

Unfortunately, I had purchased my monthly pass at one of the light rail ticket machines. Sine the light rail is operated by Citypass, and not Egged, I had to get my replacement pass from Citypass, which, as I had anticipated, was only open from 9:00am to 5:00pm, and a few hours on Friday, making it a heck of a lot less convenient than dealing with Egged.

Like the last time I had to torture myself at the Citypass office in the Klal Building, I stood there for way too long, and not because there were a lot of other people there, either. There were three people working there, but only one seemed to be handling a customer at a time. It seems like there were some computer issues. So, maybe it was a fluke. Still, I did not understand why it took so long.

Finally, I reached the counter. The clerk recognized the print out I had received from Egged, already knew what I needed, and began to process it. That was a pleasant surprise. But, what was not a very pleasant surprise was that since I came in one day too late, I could not receive a replacement of my pass for the current month. Instead, I would have to wait until the next month, at which time I would still have to come in, in order to get my Rav Kav charged with the new pass.

Get it?

From now on, I think I will still with Egged for one-stop shopping, which I can do without leaving work early, or have to schlep in on a Friday.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Cultural Differences In Israel

מוצש"ק פר' תזריע-מצורע תשע"ג

There I was, minding my own business and grabbing a few last minute items before Shabbath. Very last minute: floating wicks, spoons, and bathroom tissue. You know, the essentials.

I got to the check-out line, and saw that the lady before me, a native English-speaking Jew from a non-American country, by the sound of her accent, was fishing for her money. I had my money out already, so I asked the store owner's daughter behind the counter how much my total was. Just then, this lady said to her friend in English, "Welcome to Israel."

I turned to her, and in English, I said that I thought I could get my total and pay before she got her money together, that I wasn't trying to jump in line, just be efficient with time. By all means, now that she had her money out, she should pay first.

As she was paying, and apparently still perturbed, she told me that I could clearly see that she was in the middle of paying.

I said that, yes, I could see that, and repeated that I was not trying to be rude, just trying to be efficient with time.

She said that she knew that I wasn't trying to rude, and that I should have a Shabbath Shalom, but still...

That wasn't enough. Her initial comment REALLY irked me, making such a gross generalization about Israelis! But, how could I convey that to her, in a way that she might actually be able to hear it?

So, without seeming like I was trying to get in the last word, I suggested to her that we just operated differently than in either of our countries of origin.

In other words, things were not always the way they initially appeared through our Western galuth (exile) upbringing.

She said, in a bit of smarmy, yet more relaxed way, that, yes, things were different here.

"But, we're home," I said.

"Yes," as she left the store, "We are home," she agreed.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

What Do You Call A Person Who Speaks Only One Language?

י"א לחודש הראשון תשע"ג
The other night I was on Emeq Refa'im Street, in the trendy, Moshavah Germanith (German Colony) neighborhood of Jerusalem. I used to avoid this neighborhood like the plague. Too many Americans for my taste.

Although I have chilled out about it over the years, I still do not seek out opportunities to go there.

The reason for my going the other night was the birthday party of a friend. While in the restaurant, I saw a waiter ask a lady, in English, if she wanted a menu in English. She replied, in Hebrew, "No, in Hebrew." So, the waiter switched to Hebrew, and got her a menu in the same.

After dinner the birthday boy, another friend, and I went for ice cream. It was the first time I ever had ice cream from Aldo's, and I must say that it was pretty good. I was happy to find my favorites, too, French Vanilla and Belgian Chocolate.

Before I was able to get my ice cream to go, the birthday boy had to decide what he wanted, so he let the family which had just arrived to order before us. He spoke to them in English, but they understood the gesture, and smiled. One of the boys pointed to one of the flavors "Flan," and asked his grandmother what it was. She said, in Hebrew, to him, "It's flan."

Being from San Diego, I am no stranger to flan, a pudding or custard made with milk, sugar, and eggs, and topped, or bottomed, with caramel.

I invited myself to join in the conversation with these total strangers, as is considered totally acceptable in Israel. I told the children, in Hebrew, that flan is a Mexican dessert. Of course, it's found in other countries, but I decided to keep it simple.

One of the boys, probably around 10 years old, turned around toward me, and appear almost in a state of shock. He questioned me, "You speak Hebrew??"

"Yes," I replied.

"But you're American aren't you?

"I'm from America, yes. Why shouldn't I be able to speak Hebrew, even though I have really bad accent?"
The boy laughed, and his grandmother grinned. My friends had long since gotten their ice cream. The grandmother suddenly realized this, and insisted that I order next. So, I got and paid for my ice cream, said goodnight, and met my friends who were waiting and schmoozing outside.

I told them what I had happened with the family inside Aldo's. It reminded me of a joke I had heard long ago, which I told them.
Q: What do you call someone who speaks three languages?
A: Trilingual.

Q: What do you call someone who speaks two languages?
A: Bilingual.

Q: What do you call someone who speaks only one language?
A: American.
Sad, but true, the stereotype of the [not-so-]ugly, American tourist is well-known even in Israel, or rather, especially in Israel.

That night justified my feelings about this trendy neighborhood being too American for my taste. Even the native Israelis seem to view English as the neighborhood's default language.

Yet, everyone whom I encountered that night in this neighborhood was friendly to both Hebrew speakers and English speakers alike.

If it were not for the higher than average prices, I might start hanging out in Moshavah Germanith more often. My lousy American accent aside, my fluency in Hebrew seems to garner a certain status, above that of your typical American.

I don't think this is because we American Jews are THAT bad with languages, or or that we simply expect everyone else in the universe to speak English. I believe that it is more probable that we are embarrassed to speak a foreign language in front of native speakers of that language, either because of perfectionism or because of our generally less than superior accents.

Nonetheless,I encourage my fellow Jews from North America, my landsmen, to work on their Hebrew. As they say, "Use it, or lose it." Don't practice you Hebrew. USE your Hebrew.

Even saying hello to a totally stranger will not only aid your Hebrew skills' growth, you may make a new Hebrew-speaking friend,...even in the German Colony.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A Hebrew Freebie

15 of the Tenth Month 5771

Last night at work, a woman ask if she could correct something I said in Hebrew. I could see it coming by the look on her face, when I finished speaking.

It turns out that this woman is a teacher in Ulpan, Israeli, Hebrew language program, designed for the oleh hadash (new immigrant).

She first asked me if I minded if she corrected me. I said no. I explained that as a teacher myself, I often have people trying to get a free English lesson out of me. I tell them that I take NIS 75 an hour for a private English lesson, so they might want to consider speaking to me in Hebrew.

If this professional teacher wanted to correct my Hebrew, I would gladly accept her “freebie.”

She pointed out while giving her some information regarding tonight's activities, I said הלילה. She explained that in this form actually signifies in the middle of the night. When this all took place, it was 8:30 pm, in which case, she said that one should say הערב this evening.

Normally, she told me, she does not mix in this, and does not approach people to correct their Hebrew. However, in this case, she felt that it was חשוב מאוד very important.

Why?

Well, her reasoning was that if I ever asked a woman if she was available “tonight,” I should make sure to say הערב, because הלילה would have a significantly different meaning.

Did you get it?

It was kind of odd hearing this from a woman in a sheitel. Nonetheless, she smiled and raised an eyebrow, and I laughed.

But, then she started to recount this incident to her colleagues walking in. I lightly objected by letting her know that she did not have to tell everybody the story. We all laughed, and I just took it in stride, remembering one of the first things taught to me, shortly after getting off the plane at Ben-Gurion Airport 13 years ago.

You simply can not be embarrassed in Israel.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Jaywalking In Jerusalem

18 of the Third Month 5769

This morning I found myself in line at the Israeli Police Traffic Unit in Jerusalem (Binyan Klal, 5th Floor, M - Th 8:00 - 12:00). It was the last day for me to pay a jaywalking ticket, before the fine went up. Some of you will think I am stupid for jaywalking. Some will say I am a sucker for not trying to get out of it. Some of you will think I am a sucker for paying the fine.

Well, I'll just say this. At the time, I tried to keep walking, but the traffic cop blocked my path. I couldn't play the "I don't understand Hebrew" card, which Americans are often told to play. One look at the aliyah date on my highly worn te'udath zehuth (ID card), and I'm toast!

I decided that honesty is the best policy, took the ticket, and now needed to pay the fine.

Generally, the fine can be paid at the Postal Bank. Unfortunately, the Postal Bank would not accept payment, as the ticket number was partially erased. There would not have been any way guarantee would actually make it out of electronic limbo into the right place to cover my "traffic violation." Thus, I ended up at the Traffic Unit, in order to find out what I needed to do.

The wait was only a half an hour, and the numbers were color-coded: Blue for tickets and fines, Red for accidents, Yellow for an Arabic-speaking officer.

"No problem," the clerk told me. She has ordered another ticket sent to me by registered mail, and has given me an additional 90 days to procrastinate to pay the original amount of the fine.

In the meantime, let's hope I don't get another ticket....

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Jerusalem Jaywalking traps:

  • Yaffo and Shamgar Streets - the officer hides behind the building columns next to Bank HaPo'alim

  • Crossing Yaffo Street to and from the Central Bus Station.