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gheula canarutto — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 23:33:25 +0000

Buongiorno signora Mia figlia si sposa…

gheula canarutto — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 22:54:47 +0000

buongiorno signora Mia figlia si sposa cosa mi regala? Good morning madam, my daughter is getting married, what are you giving me as present?this used to be one of our preferred games.lying on the bed,jumping on the sofa, while papi was driving us to the mountain. You were not allowed to say: yes, no,black, white, why and because. It was not easy. “why is she getting married? ” of course you wanted to answer”because she loves him” but you were not allowed to say ‘because’?it was a real challenge.when we got to the bride’s dress color, it was really hard. Because, well, here I am allowed to use this word, what other color can be a bride’s dress besides white? None…and so when somebody remembered to make this question…the other party had a hard time. Very light grey, a color similar to snow, the color of the sun when it is rising, milk, clouds, meringues. I close my eyes and I am there again. At the age of 10, trying to find the right words to define the color of a bride’s dress. Otherwise I loose and my sister wins. I open my eyes and I am here again. Trying to find the right words for defining the feelings of a bride’s mother. Expressing your feelings when your first daughter gets engaged, is really hard. You look for the right words. But you feel only heartbeats. because you are excited. You feel only your
heartbeats. Because you are scared. You feel only your heartbeats. Because you are, thanks to G-d, here. To see your daughter find her life-mate. My piccola bimba, my beloved baby, seeing you happy makes me happy. Seeing you so grown up, makes me grow up too. Though I am turning forty, there is always a chance to grow up a little bit more. To learn more. To change and better yourself more. Seeing you so grown up makes me think that the best gift G-d can ever give us is the ability to appreciate every single second of joy He offers us….

six days of creation and the strange creature

gheula canarutto — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 22:17:39 +0000

During the six days of creation, a new creature was created. Among fish, birds, animals and man.

That strange creature was different from all the others. It had to be different. There was no choice. Or maybe it was that difference that made the creature become the most wanted creature in the world. Ancient Egypt, Greek, Roman, Inquisition, nazism tried to annihilate the creature. To erase it from the world. To bend it to their plans of a better world. Empty of those strange creatures and not seeing them anymore. No one understood why, no one knows the real cause. But the strange creature, in the course of world history, went on being blamed for things it never did before. They started with the guilt of resting once in a week, they went on with the wish not to let it to circumcise the sons. The belief in a G-d Who wanted you to become better every day of your life, to make a self exam before going to sleep, was bothering for all. The fact that the creature was surviving despite all the past trials to make it disappear from this earth, did not convince anyone to stop and give it a rest. Living away from its land, the creature was accused of not becoming like everyone else. When it tried to mix up, to change face and name, came a German monster and said the creature was wrong again. Living in its land, the creature was accused of all the ancient blames described with modern words.

But the strange creature is still there. And with a faith word on its lips, it declares to to the world:

I will never give up. I will not do what you ask me for. Because all your requests never changed during history span. It’s not my behaviours, my ideas, my food, my week rest, that bothers you. It’s me, my nature, my being myself, my name, my G-d, now I know. And among the noise of missiles falling on my homes, among the shouting of people who want to see me dead though they have never met me before, among the hate, the prejudices, the millenary lying slogans asking for everything that would make my life worse and worse, I stop and say. I will not stop fighting for my right to live here. On this earth, in my land, in Italy or France. Because I am not guilty of anything. But one thing. To be a Jew. And this is the only thing that have always bothered all of you.

I would not address you

gheula canarutto — Thu, 04 Aug 2011 21:40:10 +0000

I really have to. I mean, I tried not to, but then I thought I could not. Our soldier there, risking their lives every minute for us, for me. and for you too.But you are not happy. You think to be better. To be more human. To be a real mentch. And you start your job. That is basically this: Whatever Israel does, whatever Jews do, say to the the whole world: This is wrong. Whatever arabs do, whatever terrorists ask for, say to the whole world: This is right. You show Israeli soldiers preventing photographers to enter in territories which are military grounds. You are able to describe every action of the Jewish nation, as the worst in the world, forgetting that, if there was a similar situation in any other world nation, you would have been already imprisoned or, for sure, silenced by law.

I would not address you, I would not blame you, if you were part of every other nation. If you belonged to different culture and tradition. The problem is that you are Jew. And in the Arab world, there is no other voice to counterbalance your unbelievable job. No one is there to defend the right of Jews to live in their own country as you are defending the right of Arabs to take our land too. No one is there to raise his/her voice against terrorists breaking lives in the middle of a pizza slice. No one is so brave as you are to go against his own brothers and sisters and to be proud of it too. And until you will not bring me one, I say only one, Arab person who will denounce publicly terrorism and atrocities against Jews, I will not believe you anymore. Because at the end, you, exterme leftist Jew, are brave only because there is a democracy that lets speak in this way. I want you to go and live in Saudi Arabia, only for a few days. Dare to say a word against the regime. And we will see where all your courage is going to. You are a Jew, want it or not. And if you like to forget it. Maybe one day there will come somebody who will remind you about your Jewish identity. And your moral duty to stay beside your nation. Want it or not.

I am not a dreamer

gheula canarutto — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 22:19:21 +0000

Don’t tell me I am an idealist only because I still believe in ideals.

Don’t tell me I am a dreamer only because I still believe in dreams.

Don’t tell me I am mad only because I really want to change something outside there.

Don’t tell me I will never do it.

Because I’ll do it. With G-d’s help. I have my ideals, my dreams, my strong will to change. And these ingredients are enough to get everything, but I really say everything, I want.

i love being different

gheula canarutto — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 14:32:35 +0000

I am a stranger in this world. And I love it. I love eating flat bread with no yeast for eight days a year while the rest of the world has chocolate eggs and cakes. I love praying day and night with awe and fear to G-d hoping He gives me a good and healthy year while the rest of the world dances and drinks champagne greeting the new year. I love seeing miracles and above the nature phenomena when the rest of the world thinks it is all due to nature and its laws. I love defending my land though I even don’t live there, while the rest of the world thinks that feeling a sense of belonging to something that was of your ancestors thousands and thousands years ago, is out of fashion. Or simply mad. I love to be different. to have an identity on my own. To wake up every morning and thank G-d to be part of a nation, that, around the world, is looked with suspect and judged with prejudices and biases only because it eats, lives and prays in a different way.

pesach kasher vesameach

gheula canarutto — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 12:27:50 +0000

pesach kasher vesameach to who is already in the kitchen cooking the grandmother’s recipe for the fiftieth time since it was invented. Pesach kasher vesameach to those who are fighting with the egg withes trying not to blow them down. pesach kasher vesameach to all Jewish children in the world who are going around in the house looking for a normal life. but until tomorrow night there is no hope to find it. Pesach kasher vesameach to the Fogel’s family. Who in pain, tears and what is remaining of life, will be cooking, peeling and baking like everyone of us. Though the hole in the heart. Pesach kasher vesameach to all those who are crossing seas and climbing mountains to bring some yiddishkeit in remote places. Pesach kasher vesameach to Gilad Shalit. Who will be remembered by millions of his brothers and sisters sitting comfortably at a seder night. Pesach kasher vesameach to all my nation. To young, babies, old and mid-aged. I wish you to apreciate the peeling, the smells, the noise, the confusion, the excitment, that every pesach brings with it. because there is no more joyful thing in the world than seeing and hearing repeated for the ninetieth, fortieth, twentieth, second, time in your life, the same seder plate and the same seder words. the same music and the same harmony. the same notes and the same noise of the hagadah pages. the same rites and the same feelings. of proudness and joy. to belong to that nation, that since thousands years ago, is peeling potatoes, singing ancient songs, and asking always for the same dreamt thing. to be reunited in Jerusalem and not leave it anymore.
Pesach kasher vesameach

dedicated to Itamar victims

gheula canarutto — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 23:36:33 +0000

Shabat shalom Yoav. Shabat shalom Elad. Shabat shalom Hadas. Goodnight my wonderful children. In a few hours we will be in a better place. Where men will never dare coming to our house in the middle of the night with a knife in their hand. Thirsty to drink our Jewish blood. Let us kiss you for the last time, Tamar, Roy and Shai. Ima Ruth e and aba Udi will watch you from up. And will try to protect you. From human cruelty which can arrive to murder a three months baby girl. From the hypocrisy of a world which is not able to respect us even after dead. And which goes on calling us settlers. And not Israeli. Settlers. And not human beings. Because we dare living in territories conquered with our brothers blood. Conquered during defense wars in which our enemies wanted to destroy us. Territories which belonging is always discussed. First of all by those countries where human rights do not exist. Countries who declare without fear and shame that Jewish wars don’t have the same value as every other fight. Countries where hanging, stoning, lashes are of common use as cellphones and wifi. Countries that are listened and respected when they want to decide about Israel’s nation future. My dear children, I hope you understand your parents choice. To live far from comforts and in steady danger. To be deprived from the honor to be called “victims” and see our killer called in a kind way. It was a war choice. Fought with weapons called houses, gardens, schools and children. It was an ideological choice. A value choice. A life choice. And a death choice. Due to our belief that this land belongs to the Jewish nation. And to no one else. Due to our awareness that when G-d gives with miracles a part of history to His nation, He does not want us to give it as a present to our enemies. Good night my children. Goodbye my beloved. Go on living with proudness your Jewish identity. Don’t ask for revenge. Don’t curse our murderers. Go on building houses, planting trees, filling our schools with your future children. This is the way in which a genuine Jew fights in this world. You can call us even settlers. We don’t mind anymore. Here, under G-d’s seat, we are simply Jewish souls. And no journalist, no politician, no extremist, no murderer, can deprive us of this eternal honor.
Gheula Canarutto Nemni

coco chanel and Einstein

gheula canarutto — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 13:44:23 +0000

Milano fashion Week. in seven days humanity will be instructed about what to wear,how, in which colors, lenght and transparency. in a few days millions of women will obey to fashion gurus and their marketing rules. They will throw away black blouses because blue is on fashion. They will cut their hair because short is on fashion. They will show every part of the body stylists want them to. because being fashion victims is on fashion. or maybe not. Because fashion was defined by one of its most genious creators as something we should change. Not something that should change us. and when you have to choose between your principles, your good taste, your privacy on one side and fashion rules, fashion taste, fashion openess, on the other, this creator tells you to choose always your own thought. and when you are yourself, this stylist promises you, you will be the one to be noticed. Because to become unchangeable you must be always different for others. And if people uncover themselves to let others notice them, you will do exactly the opposite. And you will be the most beautiful in the fashion realm. As Albert Einstein says’ mistery is the most wonderful thing we can experiment. mistery is the true font of art and beauty’. And Coco Chanel, the wise genious creator would answer him: you are right.

baby mums and baby dads

gheula canarutto — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 21:21:47 +0000

“He is so cuteeeeee”

“He is braking my toys”

“He is simply lovely”

“He poured a whole cup of tea on my shirttttttttt”

“Love you love you love you little wonderful baby. no matter if you throw some food on my shirt. you are a baby, aren’t you? you are so sweetttttt”

“go away from here. don’t dare touching my toys, mum, he is destroying my lego constructionnnnnnn”

“come here, look your little feet are so cold. I will put you on your socks”

“Don’t come to here with your little feet to destroy my cars. go away”

Baby mum (5 years old) and baby dad (6 years old) have slightly different points of view on the new baby.

you have ten seconds to guess whose are the positive comments and the negative ones…