On Kibbutz Nir-Oz, קיבוץ ניר-עוז)we are celebrating 100 years of the Kibbutz Experience. One hundred years which started out forging strangers into communities, banding intellectuals and labourers to commence the urgent work of draining swamps and clearing rocks, resting in the evenings to dance and discuss ideologies.
One hundred years of communal clothing, Children’s Houses, defending borders, working together to survive.
Last night’s ceremony on Nir-Oz was modest, quaint, not a huge cultural success, but still a coming together to speak, to sing and then to watch Independence Day fireworks.
Many will be barbecuing today, sharing pita and hummus. It’s the tradition all over the country.
Me? A day to ponder, to gather my thoughts. As usual, I wonder how much to print, what is politically correct. I love the lifestyle of kibbutz. It offers natural environments, green pastoral views, birdsong and spaces. I have a roof over my head, food for my children. We are still mid-process of procuring security rooms in case of Red Alerts or mortar fire. But, more than that, I have a genuine love of kibbutz which keeps me here, even as I sadly acknowledge that capitalism is grabbing hold of the old ideals and tossing them aside.
Every day there is a see-saw effect going on. Some want the old form of kibbutz with its communal logistics. Others want a personal salary and the freedom to disengage from the social experiment that has lasted this long.
This blog has never been a place for me to air my own opinions. It is intended as a safe place for the stories of all in this community. There will be more stories to come!
Interviews are slated for this spot. Stay tuned!
And Happy 62nd Independence Day to allץ May this year show a widening of true talks and negotiation for peace. Soon as possible, people. Let’s get this show on the road.
(below, photo of fireworks in Haifa, 2010, moran mayan)