I read in the newspapers about the pillow fight that took place in a Tel Aviv square.
I imagine the site in my mind’s eye: the sheer thrill of transformation: from an adult into a child. The youthful energy. The beauty of the dawn and feathers spilling out of the pillows and filling the air (that I imagine in slow motion). It reminds me of the silent party I witnessed on Rotchild Boulevard, a project organized by the same group.
I wish I were there. I feel in need of a decent pillow fight.
The English expression (home-sick) is much harsher than the Hebrew one. “Ill or depressed from a longing for home” clarifies the American College Dictionary. The sickness adds a romantic air to the longing. Can one faint from being home sick?
“We are all home-sick” said the Iranian woman I met at a dinner party a few days ago. “But I don’t care anymore for my homeland. Whenever I go there I tell people: how can you live like that”?
Home: the open sky, the sea, the light, the sun. Living in the open air. Outdoors. Outgoing, outing, outlandish, outlet, outlook (positive), outmost, outpour, outrage, outsider, outspoken, outstare.
Home is being out.