Jewish happiness in Israel - Mikhail Rosen

Mikhail Rosen

Jewish happiness in Israel

© Mikhail Rosen, 2018

© SUPER Publishing, 2018

Terrorists lover

Olga

Olga stood in front of a large mirror. In the mirror reflected her tanned face, golden hair, thin waist and steep hips. Boris called Olgas figure The «sexual guitar.» Olga met Boris in the army. They served together in the border police or abbreviated as «mahav.» In the «magav» only accepted volunteers. Olga enrolled there when she saw how tall and handsome the guys were there. Boris was not tall and handsome. The son of a large official, Boris became a soldier of the «magav», wishing to decorate his ordinary biography. However, Boris did not differ in bravery. The soldiers of his platoon did not want to be with Boris in the patrol in dangerous areas. They did not trust him. Olga knew this well, because the whole service was working at the headquarters of the border battalion. After the demobilization from the army two months passed. But Olga has not yet decided what she will do next.

Olga often remembered her mother recently. Five years have passed since the day of their sad separation. In the first year of her life in Israel, Olga received letters from her mother. The letters came rarely, but a year later they completely stopped. Olga sent letters, telegrams, parcels, but there was no answer. Olga understood what that meant. Before her eyes there was the same picture. The native Saratov. Old park. On the grass, men and women with blue swollen faces share a bottle of vodka. From this picture, Olgas heart contracted.

Olgas mother graduated from a trade college and worked as auditor in the city market. This post made her the center of attention of the natives of the Caucasian republics, who sold citrus and other «fruits» on the markets of the city. Saratov was big city and among many shortcomings suffered from a lack of citrus. Caucasian men supplied ordinary citizens with these fruits, born by the sun of the Caucasus. The merchants from Caucasus the dwellers Saratov called «Georgians». Didi was the dexterous Caucasian merchant. He liked Olgas mother. But he was attracted not only by the beauty of the girl.

He deployed whole network of speculation on the Saratov market. Didi brought from the Caucasus a large number of shortage carce food, shoes and clothes, and with the help of Olgas mother solded this wares on city market, without taxes and registrations. Speculation gave big profits, therefore Didi decidedi to enter into marriage with Olgas mother. The marriage was false, but the authorities recognized it as an official one. Didi had another family.

Didi was fond of card games. He earned a lot of money on speculation, and he lost them in of the card games. As the result, he was arrested as of the speculation and went to jail. His «wife» was also brought to criminal liability, but she was pregnant and her not arrested.

Didi did not return to Saratov after his release from the prison. Olga never saw her real father. Didi was not the Georgian in fact. He was the Caucasian Jew by the surname of Galakhov. Olga found out about this at the age of 16, when she received the passport. In her passport was written, the nationality  She is Jew.

Olgas childhood passed like hundreds of thousands of Soviet children, who had no fathers. Mother was sorry for her and was affectionate with her. Mother changed a lot when Olga began to grow up. Mother lost her job at the plant, during the «perestroika», and again returned to the market. She began to get drunk there. Drunken men began to appear in their one-room apartment. The drunken mother was went to bed with them. Sometimes there were disgusting scandals and fights.

When mother was sober, she cried, was knelt before her daughter, begged to forgiveness, but then it all began again.

Olgas neighbors were the childless, Jewish family. When Olga was the child, the neighbors loved the girl. They invited Olga to her room, treated them with sweets, gave toys.

In one apartment with his mother it became impossible to live. Olga often came to the neighbors. One night Olgas mother got drunk to the point of unconsciousness. Her partner  a bald man climbed to a 14-year-old girl in bed. Olga ran to her neighbors in horror. All night, the neighbors reassured the frightened girl. The morning head of the family Chaim said with a sigh: «You can not let the child perish! Still, the Jewish blood!» Soon he arranged Olga for a boarding school, which was organized by the Jewish Agency in Saratov.

The creak of the door was interrupted by heavy reflections. Olga was surprised. She saw Boriss mother on the threshold. Her name was Zlata. Zlatas view did not bode well. She was not at all like Zlata, whom Olga saw first, when Boris invited Olga to celebrate Rosh-ha-Shana (the Jewish New Year) in his family. Olga spent holiday holidays in a hotel for single soldiers. She gladly accepted Borkas invitation. She really wanted to feel a little family warmth.The family of Boris accepted Olga with respect. Olga was sitting at the festive table between Boris and Zlata. After the holiday, Boris and Olga went to their military unit. At parting Zlata embraced Olga, kissed and said: «My sweet girl! Take care of Borya! Hes like your own now! I like you as a mother!»

Unexpected visit of «mother» surprised Olga. She decided to remain silent and find out the reason for the visit. Olga continued to comb her hair. «How long will you show me your charms?» «Im not a man with whom you immediately go to bed!» Zlata could not stand the silence. Tears welled up from Olgas eyes. But she already expected such insults from Zlata and prepared for them.

 Zlata Abramovna! I have a gift for you,  said Olga calmly,  Im pregnant with yours from Boris! Soon two months!

Zlata jumped up like a snake bitten, and cried:

 Did something hit you on the head?

But Zlatas head hit. She blushed like a cancer, and sat down on an uncleared bed. Olga continued the offensive:

 I know that you think your Boris needs another wife! So be it! Your Boris is not a great treasure! Ill live without it, just give me this apartment! You have many apartments and lots of money, but I have nowhere to live!

Olga took a meaningful pause, and continued:

 Mammy remember, if in two weeks this apartment is not mine, I will not go to an abortion! Your Borya will pay me the elements for a long, long time.

When Zlata came out of the apartment Olga shouted after her:

 Whatever Borya comes near me any more!  and burst into tears, pressing herself against the door.

Weekdays and entertainment

Every morning the bus drove Olga to the factory, where she soldered parts for microprocessors.

Boring time was when she came home from work. In the beginning Olga was very pleased with her own apartment. She got this apartment from Boriss parents. All her life she was deprived of her own housing, so Olga was very pleased to equip her «nest». Soon she was sick of it.

The only entertainment was visiting, at the end of Saturday, the famous disco «Aquarium». «Aquarium» was a unique disco and differed from similar discos with a luxurious dance hall and deft disc jockeys. Disco was located on the beach next to expensive high-rise hotels. «Aquarium» was the most popular place for wealthy tourists and «golden» Israeli youth. Girls, repatriates from the former USSR (in Israel they were called «olims from Rusia») were the center of attraction of this disco. The price of tickets in the «Aquarium» was available only to wealthy people. Young and attractive «olims» in the «Aquarium» was allowed free of charge.

On Saturday, with the appearance of the first star in the sky, when is allowed to open shops and institutions in Israel, the queue of girls was to the Aquarium. Olga met Lisa Golberg at the entrance to the «Aquarium» Lisa had an attractive appearance. She was slender, with huge dark brown eyes. The eternal Jewish sadness was in her eyes. The sadness reigned in the family Goldberg. Lisas mother, the solfeggio teacher at the Kharkiv Conservatory, was forced to work as a cleaner, and her father, a former literature teacher, had finding a job at the scrap yard.

Olga liked to visit this modest, intelligent family, where, despite the hardships of life, good, cordial relations reigned. Lisa had the illusion to meet in the «Aquarium» with decent man. Olga knew well the mores of Israeli «playboys».In «Aquarium» she was want only by the desire to have fun.

Once Olga saw among the dancers, the familiar figure of Boris. He was very fat. His stomach hung over his waist. From the former army colleagues, Olga heard that Boris is studying law at the university. «This scoundrel will judge people!»  thought Olga, and in her head she had a plan.

Olga whispered Lisa the few words, and Lisa, in the rhythm of the dance, was next to Boris. A few mysterious smiles of a pretty girl were enough for Boris. After the dances, Boris and Lisa drank a very expensive cocktail at the bar. Boris tried to put his hand on the girls bare knees. Then he suggested to Liza to drive on his new Japanese jeep. They traveled around the city, crossed the Tel Aviv embankment illuminated with advertisements. Towards midnight, Lisa began to hurry home. She hinted that today she is alone in the apartment. The parents went to visit.

Boris understood the hint and gladly agreed to bring the girl home. Boiss mood worsened as they drove through all the center of the city. There were old houses around, and dark, dirty streets. These streets were notorious and was considered a hotbed of drug addiction, theft and prostitution. Poor returnees lived on these streets. Lisa asked to stop the jeep near one of the old houses.

The street was deserted and dark. Boris did not want to leave the jeep. He pressed a button and Lisa fell with the seat. Boris piled on it, but Lisa deftly jumped out. Boris went out after her. Olga appeared before Boris at that moment. Boris was at a loss. He did not expect to meet Olga here.

 Hello, dear! Decided to have fun?

 And did your mother allow you?  Olga asked with sarcastic.

Borka tried to hide in a jeep. He remembered that Olga always took first place in the karate competition in «Magav».

 What do you want? Have you paid a little?  Boris muttered in fright. Olya kicked him in the groin. He bent, and squealing like a dog. The second kick was in the face. Blood dripped on the asphalt.

Lisa hung on Olgas back at this second.

 Olga, stop immediately!  she cried out loud. Boris jumped into the jeep and, using turmoil, left.

 Olga! Youre a beast!  Liza yelled, stammering. She looked indignantly at her girl-friends face:

 Is it possible to beat so?

 Of course, hes a scoundrel, but hes the Jewish guy!

 A Jewish guy? A Jewish guy? And who am I! The beast?

Olga cried in the hysterical voice:

 You were lying torn on a gynecological chair? Pieces of a living body from you pulled out? Were you thrown into the street?

He intimacy between girl-friends disappeared after the massacre of Boris. Olga painfully outlive this rupture. Olga did not understand, unfortunately, that she violated the almost genetic «taboo». This «taboo» lives in the soul of almost every Jew.

Unexpected of the meeting

Olga was in a depressed mood after a rupture with Lisa. She became indifferent to the people around her, and even her own destiny. She went in such the mood when going in bus after work. Beside was two young Israeli women chatter loudly. They enthusiastically told each other about the tricks of their young children. From this usual female chatter, Olga suddenly felt her throat tighten. She left the bus on the embankment of the Yarkon River. The weather was great. March and April are the best times of the year in Israel. The sun does not burn, but only caresses. A cool breeze blows from the sea. The earth is filled with rain,was covered with lush vegetation. High green bushes quickly filled with buds of colorful exotic flowers.

Olga, busy with her sad thoughts, did not notice how she got to the city center and was next to the underground passage leading to the bazaar. She was not going to make purchases, but the human whirlpool took her to the market square to the stores selling womens underwear. A woman always remains a woman, despite the troubles. She began to consider the various styles of underwear, imagining how she would look in these panties and bras.

Olga suddenly felt someones attentive look, and in the market  place she came face to face with a tall, handsome guy of eastern appearance. He seemed familiar to her, She looked at him again, and remembered: «It happened a few months before the demobilization. After a year of relative calm, a new «intifada»[1] suddenly flared up. Inside Israel and the «shtakhim»[2] «live bombs-shahids»[3] were blown up.Under the cover of the «stone rain» of Palestinian teenagers, the terrorists fired at soldiers. Israeli Arabs rebelled too. Many thousands of demonstrations in defense of the Palestinians often went into fights and shooting.

The border police went into emergency mode. There was no end to the alarm and patrolling. These events affected the girls-soldiers. The Frontier Battalion were forced to establish checkpoints in all suspicious locations. Girls soldiers checked documents and personal belongings of all Arabs who wished to enter Israeli cities. The commander of the control post was usually Lieutenant Zeev. Lieutenant Zeev was a Jewess from Morroco. Girls soldiers did not like this lieutenant. She always demanded the exact execution of orders. uld quickly identify the dangerous Arabs. Through the control post, where she commanded, the terrorists could not pass.

Zeeva demanded that the girls pay the main attention to «teudat-zeut». (Identification of identity) Identity cards from the Arabs had several colors. The Arabs, citizens of Israel, had one color of documents, Arabs not citizens  another color. Often Arabs, citizens of Israel, handed over their documents to Palestinians, or Palestinians used false documents. First, it was necessary to pay attention to photographs and seals. If the photo or print was not in place, the Arabs immediately detained.

It was a cool November morning. The sun was barely rising, and the first rays warmed the backs of the girls, who took places in the control cabins. The crowd had already gathered at the control post. It was Thursday, before the day off for the Arabs. The Arabs hurried to get to work or to the market. Olga noticed him when he was just entering the control post. He was slender, tall, and handsome, in a fashionable light jacket of expensive skin. He favorably differed from other Arabs. Olga somehow wanted that he passed other girls and went straight to her. He seemed to hear her thoughts. He had a «teudat-zeut» of an Israeli citizen. She opened the document and shuddered.

The document may not have been in order. The photo moved to the side. But Olga did not touch the secret call button of the guard. She looked up and their eyes met. In his hot dark eyes there was neither fear nor request. There was only contempt in them. His eyes seemed to say: «Well sell! Im not afraid!» Olga did not know how long this duel of views lasted. She returned him, his «teudat-zeut».