Mind plays book review

Lego / Aaron Beaver

I was a child

Naughty and funny,

Sad inside,

Knows to make others laugh,

When you need to know how to be angry

About myself and friends,

Naughty, angry, funny,

Who really matters?

Who looks, who says a word,

I was a laughing kid,

Hiding as a cow,

The freedom was theirs,

I was a funny child,

Wondering in the ways of his life,

Standing in line with many

Herut is a pillar,

Without a given,

I was a child who did not cry,

Dry spring

Before I arrived

To his water,

Sad, laughing, crying and funny

Play Leggo every day.

The Wild North, the Israeli national team in swimming, and even the late Rose girl in a new book of poems

What makes an 82-year-old man with a life story almost impossible to get up one morning and bring his life to the writing? Aharon Boneh - a teacher, educator and a senior swimming coach, is currently launching his book Nefesh Malabat ("Nefesh plays") by Steimatzky. The little boy who lost his mother at the age of nine and grew up in the children's home of Kibbutz Yagur, along with his father, whose entire family perished in the Holocaust and his wife, a survivor of the Holocaust, became the coach of the state champions who represented Israel at the Montreal Olympics. A writing that opens as a volcanic eruption, emotional, flowing inexorably into depth.

"I wake up in the middle of the night with tears and start to write, with a whirlwind and with a rush of writing almost obsessive and out of control," says Aaron Beaver. "We all find a way to cope with the pressures and the anger, one blow, one smoker, one drinker, each trying to overcome the distress, filling this enormous hole in the soul." This book is my anger, anger at myself, the missed opportunity of what I could do, I did what I could and was not about the kibbutz that never accepted me as a friend, about the cold and alienated children's house that left me feeling orphaned, about this cruel cruelty, cruelty and injustice called life, and especially the endless search for my mother who died when I was a son Nine, which I had not seen since her illness began when my sister was born when I was two years old and left alone in the world But beyond the anger there is also a lot of nostalgia for the collective ideology that was and is no longer the common values ​​that we have lost over the years, And the fragile and deceptive childhood memories, like a cloud of cotton candy dissolving in the mouth. Childhood memories that I try to grasp and feel through the writing, if only for one more moment. "

The green Carmel and its paths, the trees and the flowers, the green fields, the children's home, these are the landscapes that are reflected in the image of the songs. The sounds of the melody, from the first to the last song, are the playing soul of Aharon Boneh - a teacher and educator who was born and educated in Kibbutz Yagur and lives in Kfar Tavor. A graduate of the Wingate Institute in the field of physical education instructors and swimming trainers, who specialized in swimming training at UCLA in the US Among his swimmers, state champions who represented Israel at the Montreal Olympics: "After I left the kibbutz movement as a place of residence, my educational achievements and achievements were constant, I was treated as a stranger because I was not a kibbutz member. I also express this anger toward the closed and judicial kibbutz society that does not accept the other. "

His childhood landscape at the foot of Mount Carmel in Kibbutz Yagur, and in his youth in Kfar Tavor, happy expressions, sadness, bereavement, childhood, youth and maturity. "All the songs express my soul that plays with life," he says. "The soul that in the light of day is on stage and plays in front of you, in front of the people and the audience, but at night falls with itself, turns over and crumbles, every song I write is traumatic for me, some of them I can not even read, songs in which I cry for my childhood." The childhood was interrupted

To a considerable volume in Bonneh's poetry. In one of his poems, "The Blue Eyes of the Moon Moon Sonata," he describes the body of the girl Rose (who was murdered by her mother and grandfather who had an affair) who screams under the Yarkon waters for the captain to save her. Six of the 57 songs in his book are about his childhood, and the joint education in the kibbutz children's home. Childhood in an open and seemingly patient society, but at the same time a friend who wants all the children to be like everyone else. "But I'm a kindergarten boy and I'm not like everyone else," he writes.