Because even after fifty-six years of independent sovereignty, still the earth trembles beneath Israel's feet. Israel has not yet managed to establish among its citizens the sense that this place is their home. They may feel that Israel is their fortress, but still not truly their home.
David Grossmanagain, her singing was her only absolute, the only thing that was completely her. a thousand classes hadn't given her this concrete insight: her voice was her place in the world, the home she leaves in the morning and returns to at night, in which she can be herself in her entirety and hope to be loved for all that she is and in spite of all she is.
David GrossmanZomaar een mijmering, een pasgeboren stuiverfilosofietje:
Dat de tranen die vloeien als de pupillen elkaar aanraken, zoals ik vroeger droomde, misschien heel anders zijn dan de tranen die de gangbare traangebruiker kent. Ik bedoel - misschien zijn het honingzoete tranen die komen uit een verborgen reservetraankliertje dat we niet eens kennen. Het enige orgaan dat geschapen is in de wetenschap dat het nooit gebruikt zou worden. Een droevige privé-grap van God, die van tevoren wist met wie hij te maken had, want de aantrekkingskracht kan kennelijk wel overwonnen worden, maar niet de afkeer en afweer van een ziel die ineens een andere ziel voor zich ziet, dichtbij en gapend, waarna dus meteen de knippering komt, die de grenswacht is.
Als dat klopt, als je je echt tussen haakjes voelt, laat mij dan tenminste ook binnen. De rest van de wereld mag buiten blijven, laat de wereld maar de factor buiten de haakjes zijn waarmee wij binnen vermenigvuldigd worden.
David GrossmanHoe zei jij dat ook alweer, over de wrede keuze: de woordeloosheid levend en levendig houden, of onder woorden brengen.
David GrossmanHe played the opening bars again, opening a door for her, inviting her to join. She started quietly, almost voiceless, only a thin string of sound weaving herself into his tune, as if her voice were just another string on the guitar between his fingers. She had to be careful, so no one saw the changes on her face. But she didn't want to be careful; she couldn't be careful. He played and she sang to him, and inside her more and more blocks of ice began to melt, cracking and falling into the frozen sea between them. She sang of all the things that were happening to her and him, the world that collapsed over both of them, the things that might be in store, if only they dared to believe it was possible.
David GrossmanMi ha fatto molto piacere e mi ha fatto anche molto male. Non avevo mai conosciuto in vita mia un piacere e un dolore simili, così fusi insieme. Prometto che non ti scriverò e che non cercherò di mettermi in contatto con te. Non ti importunerò mai più. A malincuore chiuderò la porta che ti ho aperto con tanta gioia. Ma se per qualche motivo deciderai di di tornare da me, devi sapere che in questa fase della mia vita ho bisogno della tua disponibilità più completa e della tua capacità di comprensione più profonda. Ho bisogno che tu fluisca liberamente verso di me, senza alcun ostacolo esterno. Ne ho bisogno come dell'aria che respiro. Se non puoi donarmi tutto questo, non venire. Davvero: non venire. Perché probabilmente mi sono sbagliata sul tuo conto...
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