the phone call (roberry part 2/3)

So the next part of the robbery story … (read the previous post first)

Saturday evening when I got home, around 9pm I found one of my house mates in the kitchen. I have told him all the story mentioning the silver van.

He was surprised, and told me that some silver van is actually parked outside the next building and that I better check it out.

I got outside and just couldnot believe it ! the van was standing outside the next building. This building is one of the three which we are taking care of.

So I approached the van and saw two people sitting inside. I have told them that they were spotted on the CCTV at the five in the morning here and if they have any explanation for that.

They started talking slang … like “hey geezer, we are just waiting for some girls and we have no idea what you are talking about”

I made a picture of the van.



And went home to sleep …. The sleep was very short … I was woken up at 3 oclick from a loud music, apparently from the pub just across the road. Fall a sleep again … and then my phone rung …. I wish it have not ….

Any ideas what did the calling person told me ?
Any predictions about what happened next ?

The Independence Day !

(I will continue my robbery story later ... )

Now I wanted to mention that it is Israel's Independence day today !!!
Sometime I am proud of the country .. sometime not ... but I love to be its citizen !
(am I sound like an oversea citizen already ?? :)

The London's Jewish community are celebrating it in a quiet way; couple of concerts and barbeque's ... but unfortunately I don't have time for it ... still working on the paper ...

For the next year of my dear country, I wont to wish it a better government ... I hope current one will be changed in a near future ... there are not many alternatives but I hope the newcomers will be less jelly ... (Liberman ?)

HAG AZMAUT SAMEAH !!! = MARRY INDEPENDENCE DAY !!!

robbery ?

Wow, this weekend was unbelievably intensive … I have learned a lot about the law and police … about squatters and parties …

But lets start from the beginning …. Three days ago ….

Friday night, around 5 o’clock in the morning was woken up by a strange sound of the entrance door .. like slammed door …. then it became quiet … so I thought that one of the house mates left the house .. and went sleeping again …

In five or ten minutes I woke up again because some engine started working. It sounded like it is working just below, in the ground floor. For my impression, somebody was stealing our I lifting car … but as I stood up from the bed and approached a window I realized that this noise comes from outside.

There was a silver long van parked very close to our entrance, and suddenly it started driving a way in a very fast way, with front lamps turned off … I picked my camera from the table and took a picture of it …

What would you do in my situation ???

Yes, I did the same, I thought that this is my bloody imagination is getting crazy and that I need to get back to bed … it is 5 in the morning !!!

Imagine for my surprise, as soon as I woke up in the morning, that our front door lock being picked.

Nothing was taken … but the lock broken …. Might they discover that there is nothing to take and they just went away ? Or they heard some noise and run a way ?

I fixed the lock and forgot about all of that …

Wait to know what happened the next day …. Uff ….

painting

The last weekend was disaster, I was invited to three Barbecues !
Can anyone explain to me please why is it comes in packages ? For example this weekend, next one and probably the one after it .. I have no plans at all ....

I took my friends invitation ... lovely family ... it was a great meal .. meat was delicious ... everything was so nice ... I didnot want to go home !!!

when I came home .. there was another BBQ organised by one of my house mates ...
plenty of art people ... everybody talking, drinking wine ...

and finally my friend has arrived, Walera, remember the one with the great paintings ? (www.martynchik-walera.com)

I have invited him a long time ago ... to check one of the houses around, we were thinking of making an art gallery .... so after a couple of glasses of wine, I have asked him to make a sketch of me !

the flowers

and these are the flowers in London .... and the gorgeous girl ;-)

the Passover Dinner

(published with slight delay)
its about the Passover dinner in the Habad house, London.

I was so happy to find a nice reminder of the jokes about Jewish attitude to money just at the entrance to the hall.

Have a look at this photo .. the same advertisement in English and Hebrew ….
What is the difference ??? the money !
English version states 25quid while Hebrew one … “only 18”
The student discount is 15 in English one and 12.5 in Hebrew ….



The traditional dinner is all around the history stories .. the Jewish people getting out of Egyptian slavery … All the stories are told in a childish way so they will be understandable by everybody …. really amazing ….

The place was full of people ... most of them tourists ... most speaking hebrew ..



The dinner with allllllll the stories takes around four hours … we have went home around midnight, to catch the last train … and everybody was only after the second glass ….. (there are totally four glasses of wine to finish in this evening)

I found my self thinking that there is more then just a history fairy tales and the tradition; this was probably invented as a powerful way to make us think at least once a year about our social status. It reminds us of the slavery and the freedom. It also show is that there are always ways to get out of the slavery …. :)

Happy Passover !

Happy Passover !

Sorry for being a bit lazy writer, its not that I am slow, it just because I took some time off. I will do my best to close the gap.

So the last week was full of activities. Firstly, very important friends have came to visit me. Secondly, the Easter holidays break and the Passover celebrations.

I was really delighted to know that the famous drawing of Leonardo … “the last supper” is actually showing the Passover meal.



Also, another fact was explained to me. As they say, Judaism is the only religion where inviting people for a holiday meals is considered to be blessed and a part of tradition. That’s why for example Passover is usually celebrated in a huge meal with many people.

It is part of tradition to celebrate, so why not to follow it ?
The best place and probably the most boring one to pick is the proper religious organization. They are definitely having a long (up to 4 hours) and detailed ceremony, which is actually discussion of history. That’s why we have chosen the Habad house in London.

About the actual ceremony I will write next time, this time I want to share with you this photo which was sold for enormous price (264,000$) at the New-York auction …. the photo named “the last supper” by Adi Nes. For my opinion, it is interesting picture and does worth every penny spent :)

Prisoner - part 3 of 3

To make long story short, I would summarize his trial:

Yes, it was almost trivial … but we had some doubts …. jury discussion took for less then an hour and they have decided that he is not guilty.



BUT !!!! some things already happened:

He spent two months in jail.
He was suspended from his studies.

Trial took three days !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Witness of her, her friends.
Witness of all the police officers involved.
Witness of him.
Special characteristic witness, his friend who came for this from NY !
Another characteristic witness, his girlfriend. Indeed, for my total surprise, he met a very interesting woman in the last couple of weeks and they started going out.



Now, do you think that all of this public money (thousands of pounds) was worth spending ?

I think that democracy has its advantages, but as I see it, democracy has its hidden stones and it may ruin itself. Democratic system is trying to be a loyal for everybody, but this is impossible. All I am worried about, is that court system will be overused and finally stacked because the trials like this.

the prisoner - part 2 of 3

Unfortunately it is not allowed to make any photos inside the court that’s why my camera was taken.
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The first witness who came to the witness box was the girl herself, 19th years old. Try to imagine hefty women with a big “trouble” scratched on her forehead.

This is her story:
“It was midnight and I came to the Tely room, this guy was sitting there and watching Tarzan movie. We have been sitting to the opposite chairs while he was sitting on the comfortable ones. He asked me if I prefer sitting on them too but I have refused.

Then he went for some water and wanted to bring me some, but I told him that I am fine … then he asked if I want him to sing me a lullaby and I sad maybe.

So it was sort of a small talk.

He brought some water, I was lying on the chairs, he did approach to me and started brushing my hair. After 10 seconds he started moving his hand over my face, and finally at some point his hand approached my breasts, and he squeezed the left one.

I pushed him away and said NO.

He went back to his chairs. I took out my diary and started writing the details of this incident. It was dark in the room so he stood up and turned on the lights.

After ten minutes of writing … went out, met my friend and we decided to call for police.”

Prosecutor : Did he use any force ?
Girl : No
P: When he started brushing the hair, did you scream ? Say no ? Run away ?
G: No
P: Do you think that this story is run out of proportion ?
G: No

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After her witness was finished, the jury were allowed to have a break …. On their way out and just before the door was closed after them … suddenly we heard them giggling from laugh …..