Me too
How did I get here? Me, who thought, that I will pass the rest of my life in my little town. Comfortable and boring. Everything went so fast. That its hard for me to put up words on it. That’s, why I am writing it. That’s, why I am telling the cease story of my life.
I had a real normal life. I couldn’t be glad of anything. Because I wasn´t someone important. Neither at school nor in general. And I never did something important thing was, that I was the only Jew at I was a bit lasy of life. I only knew and love to things: music and that I was a Jew. In school, I was no neither god nor bad, just normal. I just had two friends and that was enough. But the thing was, that I was the only Jew at school. So people liked to make fun of me. But whatever I didn’t care about a reality. More I was growing, more I was feeling the emptiness in me, a miss, when I had castings, I never was chosen, because I was not white, not black enough. I didn’t care, because for me it was the reality, a bit like one of the country person in the allegory of Plato’s cave. One day my mom said to me, that we are going to go to Israel. My father always said to me, that Israel was a dangerous country and I did trust him, but I wanted to see it from my eyes. When I arrive, I this floating feeling like, if the word gravitation doesn’t make any sense there. A smell of fresh fruit and the feeling of him: God. At this moment I understood a lot of things: why I wasn’t popular at school. Why I didn’t get some cinema contracts, all that for one reason. I wasn‘t at my place, my home. I was judged by everybody, teachers, children, everybody. But worst than, that I was judged by myself.I was really the victim. But not the victim of the people I thought. I was the victim of myself. This how I knew, that it was time to wake up, because I think, that I am not the only one. Who is the victim of oneself - me too, I am an ex-victim and in my case, I don’t want to live in a country, where I don’t belong. |