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Jehenem I’m in Jehenem, in hell. I love the sound of that Arabic word, it’s a plagiarism in fact of Ghehynom in my mother’s tongue. You know Ben-Hynom’s valley on the east side of old Jerusalem’s wall, where the priests used to throw once a year two scapegoats down the gorge – to atone for our entire nation sins. Well it’s a huge parking lot with a cement floor, not a car in sight and not a soul around – but me. I played that game of walking straight on with shut eyes. I was doing fine till I bumped into the electric fence and was thrown back with such a force, that sent me flying like a missile across that damn parking lot. I landed near it’s gate, next to the sentry’s small hut. I stood up right away, nothing happened – as nothing could have happened I’m dead you know. I peeped inside the hut and saw a huge demon sitting there without a chair, on his huge hinds and his massive tail. He looked like a kangaroo with a human face – ugly as hell! ‘Yes, haven’t you read the rules?’ He asked watching me a bit surprised. ‘The rules?’ ‘Take a step back.’ I took a step back and saw a board with three rules: 1. Back off. 2. Don’t bother the sentry. 3. Return to your eternal freedom. If that’s freedom I’m a vase of flowers. I thought disappointed. ‘I’d like to cross the gate for a short while.’ I said to the demon. ‘What for?’ ‘To have a look around.’ ‘Is that what bothers you, the highways, the junctions, the trucks, cars and accidents outside – haven’t you had enough of it?’ ‘I’m bored to death here, I want to feel again the embrace of human society, I want to satisfy my senses once again…’ ‘Society, jealousy, disputes, endless quarrels is that what you miss, and I thought you were wise; and besides it’s impossible we shall have to dress your soul with flesh and bones, nerves, blood vessels, skin and the lot – it’s an impossible job.’ ‘What if I sneak out and break the rules?’ ‘You’ll be expelled of paradise!’ He warned me. ‘Paradise…? I thought I was in hell.’ ‘Hell is outside.’ Said the demon with a chuckle. H. Kadman 2007 © All rights reserved תגובותהתחברותתגובתך נשמרה |