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6:00 PM. You ring that awfully loud doorbell and you hope
they will come and open the door. If a doorbell rings and
there is nobody home, did it really make a sound? And what
if there is someone home and he simply suffers from severe
hearing loss, what then?
For them, the answer is no. In their minds, you didn't ring
at all. If you had rang they would have heard it, or so they
will tell you. Maybe there is a problem with the doorbell
or maybe you just didn't press it right, they will add
later on.
"I don't need to see a doctor and I definitely don't need a
hearing aid. I'm perfectly fine!", your grandfather will
say.
This "perfectly fine" crap never grows old. But they do,
and
someday, if you're not lucky, you will too. You ring that
doorbell as hard as you can for the fourth time, and you
start wondering if you could smash open that door like they
do on television.
And still, nobody answers. You take a few steps back, and
then, just when you start running with your left shoulder
leaning forward, aimed at the door as if you are about to
tackle it, in that exact moment your grandmother opens the
door with two garbage bags, one in each hand.
"Oh, hi there sweetie, what perfect timing. Could you be a
dear and throw these out for me?", she says with a warm
smile.
"Yeah, sure. I was stand..."
"All right, thank you very much sweetie. When you come back
just ring the doorbell and I'll be there in a jiffy".
You throw out the garbage bags and you head back into the
building, thinking you are probably a masochist for doing
so.

6:12 PM. You go back up the stairs and once again it's just
you and your old nemesis. Gladly enough, your
scatterbrained
grandmother forgot to close it. You walk through that door
and from now on you are in bullet time. You step into a
different dimension which exists only within the perimeter
of this apartment. Inside, your grandparents are watching
the same stupid soap opera they always do. Every few
minutes they will click their tongues and say that it's a
disgrace what they show on television nowadays. But you
will never see them pick up a book instead. You will never
see them doing a crossword puzzle, taking a trip, spend a
day at the beach. They didn't even take their eyes off the
screen while complaining. It's certainly much easier to
bitch than to take action.

In this dimension, a story about their little trip to the
supermarket is a saga. And you sit there and you listen.
An explanation on how to pick just the right tomato is a
thesis. And you sit there and you listen. They are telling
you how they went to a restaurant with their old army
buddies, and it's as long as a mythology. And you sit there
and you listen. Your grandfather is telling you how he
learned to use the VCR like it was an astonishing
discovery, like it was some kind of revelation. And you sit
there and you fucking listen. You listen to these
pseudo-interesting stories and you feel like you are aging
rapidly, as if you are suffering from Progeria. You sit
there and you feel as if your brain is about to vomit all
this utterly useless information. Sitting there, every
noisy sip of tea your grandmother takes seems as if it is
in slow motion. There, everything happens in half the
normal speed, and you too are sucked in.

You look at your watch and it's only 6:29 PM. You've been
here for merely seventeen minutes and it might as well been
for all eternity. Ironically, all of this takes place in
the
"living room", and you think that the "living-dead room"
would be more suiting. You sit there and you feel bad for
having these thoughts, for dismissing your grandparents so
harshly, for wanting to leave as soon as possible. But
these feelings are only natural. If you want to keep living
in the moment, keep being happy and young and free, you
have
to keep away from them. You love your grandparents, you
really do, but you can't have them hanging around as a
constant reminder of what you will become. A live
demonstration of your future loneliness, your inevitable
slide towards the grave sown with illness and desolation.
Their faces are computer generated images of how you will
probably look like seventy years from now. If you're to
keep this "life is beautiful" charade, you have to keep
them away, as far as possible. In order to repress these
thoughts, in order to keep living in denial, you must not
have them in sight. Don't even think your grandfather acted
any differently when his grandparents became a nuisance. It
is the way of the world. You stick them in an old folks
home so you won't have to deal with it, so you could forget
about them. You don't need this permanent stick note in the
back of your head saying - "you too will grow old
pathetically until your death will come as a relief to your
family", you just don't. So you don't. You get up; you tell
them you have an important meeting and that you must go.
You kiss them goodbye and you leave. You walk away without
looking back. The door closes behind you and you know how
hard it is to get it open again. You're now safe. You're
now worry-free, at least until your next little visit, and
that certainly won't happen for a very long time.

Now, that was you. As for me, I don't have this many
grandparents. Mine I've watched fading away by cancer,
slowly turning into mumbling skeletons until it's once
again ashes to ashes, dust to dust. For me, that apartment
exists only in my mind, and the door is never closed.







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לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
"כרטיס מועדון
בבקשה?"


-- מתוך "פרקים
בלימוד עברית
לעולים חדשים"
פרק א', עמוד 2,
בהוצאת צרצר.


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בבמה מאז 17/12/06 12:58
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