THRILLER: The Galilee Plot: (International Biological Terror, The Mossad, and... A Self-contended Couple) by Shlomo Kalo

Author:Shlomo Kalo [Kalo, Shlomo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DAT Publications
Published: 2016-06-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

We caught colds. With everything that goes with catching cold – especially abroad. Pains in the joints, difficulty breathing, runny noses, coughing, low temperature, using tissues by the ton and a strong desire to go home. A sense of home, powerful and radical, incomparable, unambiguous certitude that it exists. Or as my wife, with the deepest roots in the homeland, summed it up: “Abroad has exhausted itself!”

In my youth, in my schooldays, my classmates made persistent efforts to make me aware I was a foreigner. The country, which I, like them, called my country, was not my country in any sense whatsoever, in any way at all. I argued. I claimed that both my grandfathers fought to liberate our country from Turkish rule, I said “our country” in a faltering voice, because I knew I couldn’t hope to convince my classmates, not under any circumstances, not at all. And all the patriotic songs, giving wings to the young spirit, which we sang in class with youthful, irresistible enthusiasm, did not apply to me. They applied to all the others, not me. Because I wasn’t a son of the land that I called my country. I was an alien plant. More than that – I wasn’t wanted. From one eternity to the next. My new homeland I didn’t love. But it was the only homeland offered to me. I needed a homeland as a child needs a supportive, affectionate mother, loving or not.

Catching a cold wasn’t the reason behind the primeval sacred longings – honest, powerful, revered, sincere. Rather it was the age-old pain of the orphan, forever a fugitive, the acute self-awareness, growing more intense, consuming every part – good or bad, sincerity that nothing can resist, the truth that you have a homeland and you’re prepared to sacrifice everything for it – however pathetic this may be, theatrical and staged – and there’s nothing to compare with it. And this is what my wife declared as a natural, self-evident conclusion: “Abroad has exhausted itself!” And it wasn’t the illness, which of course we had to contend with, the first priority being to find a suitable answer for my wife, a concise answer to her question: “What is illness?”

The answer:

In the Middle Ages, they called man a “microcosm”; i.e. a miniaturised copy of the world, which exists by virtue of preservation of divine justice and the balance of natural forces – and as it has turned out, they were absolutely right. “Progress” and “culture”, which try to make out of every object and every topic something synthetic, have ignored some important issues, opposing the excess of arrogance that suffuses them.

“The person who dispels God from his presence, and he is the average person today, lives on his senses. Believing only in the senses, devoted to the senses and dying by them. You could say, man tries to derive sensual pleasure from everything.”

“Like for example?” she interjected.

“Like for example, eating not because you’re hungry and you need nourishment, but as

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