Where I Live


When Cheryl, on smoke-free, asked for pictures of where we live, I wrote this description of Beer Sheva:

Posted: Thu, 29 Jun 1995
To: Smoke-Free From: lucia@bgumail.bgu.ac.il
Subject: where I live

Beer-sheva is quite flat, slightly rolling, desert. It's between 90-100f most days right now, with almost no humidity (don't know the exact figure). alot of sandy soil and small clusters of trees and shrubbery dot the countryside. there has been no rain since March? and there probably will not be any again until December. as hot as it gets during the day, it gets quite cool at night when there's no sun.

Beduin Arabs are native to the country here and they live in the surrounding area in tiny settlements. as former nomads, they are settling down in order to claim their right to the land. They have large sheep and goat herds, and camels. their settlements or towns are a mixture of various stages of development from tents, to tin shacks, to stone villas. Most houses still have a tent in the yard alongside it - for those members of the family that get claustrophobic in a house with walls that "don't move".

The name Beer Sheva means literally seven (sheva) wells or swearing an oath (shvu'a) at a well. There is an old well where they say Abraham made oaths recorded in the Bible. For many years, there was a little restaurant built around it. The old part of the city has a certain charm - the buildings are low, sandy looking things, with inner courtyards, like desert architecture. But most of the city is not particularly pretty. It's not near a beach or rolling hillsides. there's a dried up creek that flooded with the winter rains and the small bridge was washed away. The surrounding desert is quite beautiful in its own way though. Its a very stony desert with some impressive canyons and some archeological sites of ancient civilizations.

The population of Beer Sheva is about 140,000. One third are recent immigrants, so there is a sprawling, ungainly look and feel to the place. One of tthe places I like best is the "shuk" -- the daily, municipal market.

The market is shared by a mix of ethnic groups - Israeli old timers, local Bediuns, new Ethiopians and Russians. They sort of have their sections, but it's not strict and that's part of what I like, the mingling that occurs. It is loud and dirty, and the fruits and vegetables are local and ripe and really great. The only thing is I can't find good celery. But the oranges are great right now. there are also household goods, plastics, cassettes with local pop music, clothes, and staples like wines, bread, and meat. You can pick out a live chicken and have it slaughtered while you wait....You can sit in little restaurants and drink strong, sweet coffee. Oh, and there's a section for second hand furniture, tvs, refrigerators, sewing machines....

some people don't like places like this. Because everybody is yelling at the top of their lungs and jostling you. I find the flood of impressions uplifting. Oh, and on Fridays they sell tons of flowers. I always get a bunch of roses that come from nearby kibbutz greenhouses. I will always associate this town with roses.

[Zehava and Roses]

Throughout Israel, there are a lot of cats that live in the street. The climate allows it, the winters are not THAT cold. Cat lovers in this country end up being feeding holes for dozens of them. A wonderful example is Haya in Jerusalem who owns fourteen cats and many others that come to visit.

[cat But most cats live in and around the neighborhood garbage dumpsters -- LARGE containers that are picked up and replaced by special trucks once a week. so all week long, the cats jump in and out of these things, getting their noses all grimy and grey. They lie around on top of them, sunning themselves, and stare at you when you pass by.

Most wild cats are shy, but every once in a while you come across a friendly one, begging you to take it home with you. This has happened to me twice. In Jerusalem a wonderful little white kitten adopted me. I named him Lavan which means "white." We went through the Gulf War together.

In Beer Sheva, I was stopped by a little squirt who meowed at me on the sidewalk in front of my house as I came home one night. She looked like she grew out of the desert, streaked with black and gold like a sand picture someone dragged their fingers through. I named her Zehava (with the help of friends on irc), which means "gold." When I left to visit Randy, I did not know long I would be gone or if I would even return, so I found a permanent home for her. Zehava went to live with Gedalia (a boy cat) in Tsameret's house in Jerusalem.

When Randy came to live here, we made this click map of Beer Sheva.
Cat Welfare Society of Israel
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