Yunchuk's day started badly: he banged his pinky barefoot on the corner of the refrigerator, the new coffee machine he got for the holiday from work made a noise, his son didn't want to go to school again, and the dog peed on his leg.
No doubt, a busy day.
Yunchuk didn't lose his cool.
He knew exactly when and why the horrors began to descend upon him and his likeness, the simple and average citizen who lives in the center, works in high-tech and just wants to live in peace - half a year ago when the legal reform was finally passed by a clear majority, and the State of Israel officially became a dictatorship.
"So this is what a dictatorship feels like," Yunchuk later said to himself in a sad voice, stuck deep in traffic.
It is true that these traffic jams existed long before the dictatorship, he thought, but they feel more real now.
Since that black day in the Knesset, everywhere he turned during his daily routine he felt that he saw the dictatorship smiling at him wickedly.
It's true that you have to look for good-goodness to see it, he thought, but that's because evil hides well.
His back hurt because of the dictatorship.
And also because of the training in Ts'alim the day before, to which all the members came, who admittedly announced that they would leave because of the dictator, and admittedly some were released home due to excess arrivals, but they probably only came out of habit, and the truth was that it was fun to mourn with them over coffee in the field.
Stolen moments of freedom, just like in Sobibor.
The traffic jam continued, and Yunchuk took care of the boy's school, who had already been enslaved to the Emperor of Balfour and his agents of religion for months.
It is true that currently the children, especially girls, have not yet been asked to dress modestly, and no teacher has yet been fired, and every morning still does not begin with prayer with priest dances or whatever it is that the religious do - but it is clear that this will come.
patience.
The traffic jam and the dictatorship continued, and Yunchuk decided to turn on the radio for the last minutes of music while it was still allowed, and here he found himself shocked when he began to sing with the same sociomat singer, who during the protest days refused to announce that he would stop creating if the reform passed.
With heartache, he moved a station ("Principle is a principle"), and happily fell for that other singer, who spoke out with such rare courage against the coup and promised that he would stop creating if it went through.
"He must continue to create out of pain and fear because it is rare for artists in Israel to speak out against Netanyahu," Yunchuk concluded, adding quietly so that no one would hear - "and it's a shame", because the song was terrible.
But he hummed it anyway.
A red-haired driver crawled into the car next to him.
He couldn't understand why this was happening, but Yunchuk looked at him with compassion and a strange feeling that the redhead's days were numbered.
He looked at the news feed on his cell phone gloomily: automatically at any moment all the media will be shut down ("except Channel 14"), as befits the governmental situation, and regime opponents will start disappearing mysteriously for "investigations".
Fact: It was explained explicitly yesterday and the day before and in the last few months on News 11, 12, 13, YNET, Walla, Haaretz, and also on the IDF radio, on Radio Tel Aviv and Network 2. And if everyone-everyone said it, who's the fool to say the opposite? Yonch thought Vek finally arrived at the office, and was happy to find that everyone still stuck to their statement that they were leaving everything and would look for them in the round. The protest relocation was delayed a bit because his company completed another impressive fundraiser, but it's nice to have some support.
At night at night, in bed, thoughts of heresy began to appear in Yunchuk.
"Either a dictatorship isn't that bad," he thought out loud, "or still, maybe, just maybe and really not sure - and I'm just wondering out loud - hasn't the dictatorship started yet?"
He finished and looked back in a panic to make sure his wife hadn't heard anything (you can't trust anyone in a dictatorship).
Eyes wide-eyed, Yunchuk got up to drink water to digest the magnitude of the realization that shook him.
Back in bed, Yunchuk again banged his pinky on the chair and everything was forgotten: "This dictatorship is simply horrifying," moaned upside down.
As he sinks into nightmares about deaf agents abducting him on the street, Yunchuk falls asleep.
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