Somewhere in the 1970s, at the end of third grade, we did a celebratory play, an adaptation of Leah Goldberg's songs. I got a great role, to be the spirit. The wind that spreads the fall leaves and seeds in nature. My mother (Allah have mercy) made me a wonderful outfit, a white and airy petticoat in layers, for my body a ballet costume and the sides of my body were sewn with deep blue satin fabrics that stretched to the roots of my hands, as if I had grown two heavenly wings. When I danced on the stage, my feeling was that I was indeed a flying spirit, weightless and bodyless, floating between and above the girls, who were bent on the ground and on their heads I fell in shades of greenish brown and gold. This role is deeply engraved in my heart and I remember being very excited that I was chosen to be the spirit. It was very significant for me, but all in all I was a little over nine years old and I didn't really understand why, I didn't know how to summarize and formulate insights and certainly not in words, but my body registered the feeling in a strong and deep register in my soul...
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