"Was that Gaza????????"
He kept repeating the question in a broken robot fashion ,while gazing hypnoticaly at the TV . He did not want to miss a second..He has just stepped into the living room, when his eyes caught sight of this magicaly facinating virgin shore.The view was a fair devision between yellow and azzure blue:....the sand and the sea. It looked like an untouched shore , so primitive, at least to the extent where no five or seven star facilities or services were in sight.The sea, the sand , the people and some umbrallas ,have always been the basic componants of a Gaza beach.
It was only some years ago that the Gaza beach was an ABC part of both his life and his normal eye agenda . Not that he ever loved swimming there or anywhere, but it was his mother's hometown.So the sea , HER obbsession , naturally became part of his childhood, his happiness and now...his yearning.
"Is this Gaza"....he repeated franticly....
She would not answer...she even avoided his eyes.
Now the cameras widened their scope.They were telling a a different story .A surfer or two appeared , and in a blink, the shores were flooded with colorful bikinis.
He gasped and ceased to ask.He did however scan his mother's face,a face so much older now than then when access to Gaza was normal, possible and a matter of a personal choice and decision.It feels so backward in time, he is almost a man now , impossible to be dragged to the beach by her .How little did he know then , about the preciousness of those sea-drags .
He dropped himself on the sofa next to "her" , he wanted so much to hug her ,maybe to allow both his and her saddness to burst into tears,or sobs .But he did'nt , he wanted to spare her the pain.He held her hand , squeezed it , and giggled .Then with his hand outstretched he pointed towards the Bikini flooded shore . "This"... ,he said..." Is definitely NOT Gaza".
A word about this..
Gaza is my hometown.It is where both my paents rest in peace.It is where all my happy memories reside.It is where my miraculous sea is.I still bare the smell in my soul,sounds of the waves fighting in the darkness haunt me.Will i ever go there again???I still live in hope. .