Man, more than a pattern of the landscape of his homeland, is a pattern of the landscape of his childhood.
"Everything that hit the dew paths is a child undecided," Tchernichovsky calls it in that poem.
What was fixed then in childhood, remained stuck and did not move.
In our consciousness "tree" is a specific tree, at the corner of the street.
"Trip" is a specific experience, with name and address and date as well as "pleasant", "bad", "beach".
Everything.
When Zvi Gur submitted his request for early release this week, while he was anesthetized and resuscitated, due to his terminal illness, I remembered that a "murder" for me, for 41 years, has been Zvi Gur.
And also evil.
And also a disaster.
And most importantly: "Fear."
Somewhere all evil, threatening, forceful and frightening, somehow connects to a distant black and white picture of the late Oron Jordan, the boy who was abducted and murdered by Zvi Gur in 1980.
I was eight then, and what I remember most are radio reports and parental calls that suddenly stop when I walk into the kitchen, and the phrase "marked bills," which has been calling me ever since to something bad and threatening.
I remember a very long time when in the gas of a car I was identified as something threatening, and I clearly remember my existential wonder, inside me, about how it could be that a person is both a painter and a murderer, a question that incidentally sometimes arises in me to this day.
This experience is probably common to all those born in the early 1970s.
Into a world of innocence and purity, in which the only bad guys were literary or cinematic characters (as an ultra-Orthodox child I also had very little of that), an engine of true fear suddenly entered.
daily.
Basic fear of the ultimate threat: Someone bad will come and kidnap me from my world, hurt me and do bad things to me.
Oron Yarden was exactly my age.
He lives in a distant world unknown to me, but chance made him my friend.
The eight-year-olds from every corner of the country have unknowingly united around an experience that I am sure most of them, to one degree or another, live to this day.
The murder of Oron Jordan is a formative experience for many in terms of defining the consciousness of evil and in terms of personal security, courage and dealing with fears and nightmares.
The fate of Zvi Gur is a purely legal issue related to the rules of release and the IPS regulations that I have no understanding of, and the hearing should have taken place in accordance with these rules. Prisoner Gore deserved further aggravation (he also had a previous conviction, and he also tried and even managed to escape from prison).
This issue is also complicated, and I do not have a clear position on it either.
I just wanted to express the role of a 49-year-old boy in the story and add to Zvi Gur's basket of terrible sins also his responsibility for the loss of peace of mind of thousands of soft-spoken children who had to hear on the radio about a kid their age being abducted and strangled for ransom.
Banknotes are marked.
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