Terror in Bulgaria: How a Comedian Responds

 

My newest blog post on the Times of Israel…

I make people laugh. For a living, even.  Early yesterday afternoon, I wrote the following status on Facebook:

“Why is there security at Mini-Israel? Are they worried about a mini-pigua?”

Twenty-two “likes” later, life was good.  Until just hours later when the horrific news broke about the Bulgaria attack.

A bit later, my friend Liza SMSed me “I liked your pigua (translation:  “terror attack”) update earlier but there was just a pigua against Israeli tourists in Bulgaria with at least five dead.  You might want to take the post down.”  That is, in case someone thought I had written it after the attack, or if someone simply now found it distasteful.

This extremely unlucky coincidence in timing is what it’s like to try to maintain a sense of humor in a country where these nightmares are always lurking somewhere around the corner.

I always tell people that if you’re going to make aliyah (or live here at all frankly, for the natives), you’d better have a sense of humor. Well-known rabbi Joseph Telushkin, in his book on Jewish humor, attributes the classic Jewish sense of humor to the need to “laugh to keep from crying.”  There is no shortage of reasons to cry.  I joked about the flotilla after it happened and according to the responses from my fellow olim who fall all over the political spectrum, it was welcome.  If I can make any of our lives a little less painful, I’m going to give it my best shot.  But what to do when this horrific news hits, just hours after you post something innocent about Mini-Israel?

First, you do what every one else does.  Because at that moment, you’re not a comedian.  You’re just a normal Israeli.  I watched the headlines stream in on Twitter and Facebook.  I did something I never did in my “oleh chadash” days, figuring out how to pull up Channel 10’s Hebrew news online, watching the initial reports come in.

I read this blog post about the process of “becoming Israeli” through tragedy thinking, “Yep, I remember going through that.”

I walked next door to pay my va’ad bayit (building maintenance fees).  As the mother of the family opened the door, I saw her son sitting on the couch watching cartoons.  He couldn’t have been older than ten.  I asked the father in a hushed voice, “did you hear the news?”  Of course he had.  They’ve always heard the news.  Israelis drink coffee almost intravenously but somehow get the news into their bloodstream even faster.

Silly me to whisper, thinking perhaps the kid shouldn’t know what’s going on.  When the father sits down next to his son and starts watching the news on his laptop, I remember that I live in a country where six year-olds knew about the Gilad Shalit story as it was happening.

And then I returned to my apartment and just sat there.  No energy.  No motivation, just watching updates come in on the various social media sites which are hardly conducive to productivity during non-news times.

And then I remembered this thought which pops into my head on the (thankfully) rare occasions that terror strikes:  How did anyone get anything done during the intifada?  I have been here six years (nothing to sneeze at), have lived here enough time to have developed some understanding of what it means to be Israeli, and I have ZERO understanding of what it was like when piguim were an almost daily occurrence.  When I say that Israelis are resilient, it’s really just a talking point that I’m regurgitating.  What do I know about resilience?  I can’t imagine how people had the emotional energy to go on with their day when just one (and even one is too many) attack knocks me out for hours.

Last night, at dinner, when I expressed this to my Israeli friend Amalia, she answered, “Maybe the only way you’ll get it is if a third intifada happens.”  My response?  “Yeah, I’ve thought about that before.”  Welcome to Israel, my friends from abroad.  These are the conversations we have.

I didn’t want to delete my Facebook status.  (For better or worse, I ended up changing the date to have it appear last month.  Thank you, FB Timeline.)  One, because my friends and I thought it was funny.  Two, because there’s something about deleting content off the internet that seems a bit revisionist, like I’m changing history.  And, three, because I hadn’t done anything wrong, just possibly been victim to some poor timing beyond my control.

Woe is me.  I’m not the real victim.  The real victims are the innocent Israelis who did nothing more than take a vacation to Bulgaria and pay for it with their lives.

Eventually, and probably soon, we will go back to our normal lives, and I will return to smiling and making light of the crazy country that is Israel.

But for now?  Like everyone else, I’ll mourn.




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  1. Baila July 19, 2012 at 7:06 am #

    Not just a comedian, but a writer as well.

  2. Benji July 19, 2012 at 7:19 am #

    Thanks, Baila. Good to be in touch with my pals from the golden years of blogging.

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