Archive | September, 2012

Playing a Game of Daylight Savings with God

25 Sep

In the Book of Genesis: “God saw that the light was good, and God separated the light from the darkness.”  On the face of it, it’s a “heavenly” solution: man rises in the morning, gathers, hunts, eats, prays, loves, and when he’s tired, he sleeps at night.  All is good in the world.

Messing with Daylight Saving

Until man takes out his pocket watch and begins to meddle with the calendar.  Until he bends the hands of time to his will.   Historically, winter daylight saving was adopted to take advantage of more daylight hours early in the morning.  It enabled the farmer to till his land, tend to his animals.  That was the upside.  The downside was that it turned dark sooner, in late afternoon.

Tending to the Land

To some Jews in Israel, specifically the ultra-orthodox, dark is good.  They went as far as legislate a law that sets the winter clock in September, a month a half ahead of Europe and the U.S.


Yom Kippur is the Day of Atonement, the Jews’ holiest of days.  It is also a day of fasting, from sunset to the next sunset, 25 hours, to be exact.

Yom Kippur

It stands to reason that they want the dark to arrive sooner.  They’d eat sooner.  But not everyone is thrilled.  The secular Jews in Israel accuse the religious of hijacking the country to conform to their will.  The secular want more light at the end of the day.  Last year 400,000 had signed a petition to repeal the law.  They contend that by the time they get home from work, they’re unable to spend time outdoors with their kids.  Since it get dark earlier, they claim that their electricity bill is higher.  They went as far as enlist transportation experts who argue that auto accidents are more frequent in the dark, by 46%.

“Be Free Israel,” a grassroots movement whose mission is to promote pluralism and freedom of religion, organized a demonstration in Tel Aviv against the rolling back of the clock.  Only 50 attended.

Could it be that they didn’t synchronize their watches?

The secular may be complaining about daylight but it’s more about where the country is heading, a clash of cultures.  It’s a covert and overt cover for all their gripes about the religious getting government support, generous childcare support, exemption from military service, the taking up of secular neighborhoods in Jerusalem, to name a few.

Eli Yishai, Israel’s Minister of Interior, is a member of Shas, a religious party.  During a recent parliament session he headed, ministers discussed moving the winter clock to October 1st, as a compromise.

They spoke and shouted.  Nothing happened.   This year the clock was rolled back on September 22nd.  And since the Jewish holidays run on the Jewish calendar, in 2013 the clock will roll back even sooner, to September 9.  This means that while it’s still hot out, people act as if it’s winter.

Dr. Doron Lavie, head of Economics School at Tel Chai College in Galilee was quoted on the radio this week.  “Since we do not match our time with that of Europe and the U.S., the loss in productivity to the Israeli economy could run into the tens, possibly hundreds of millions of shekels.”

I’d like to stay and chat, but Yom Kippur is about to start in 4 hours.  I’m no math genius, but I did some calculations of my own.  Tomorrow morning, if I synchronize my Galilee watch with that of Los Angeles, I’ll be able to eat at 9 in the morning….

Oops, I’d better atone for my transgression.

The Circassians – Warriors in Search of Love

13 Sep

The drive from where I live to Kfar Kama, a neighboring village in Galilee, takes all but 10 minutes.  But once you arrive it’s as if you’d stepped into an unknown world.  Kfar Kama is home to 3000 Circassians, originally from the eastern shores of the Black Sea.  At first glance, the place appears similar to Arab villages like Shibli or Daburiyya; there’s a mosque and a towering minaret in the distance, and women are covered in head scarves.  But this is where the similarities end.

Circassian villages in Galilee

The Circassians are not Arab; many are fair-skinned, light-brown or blond hair, blue-eyed.  Incidentally, up until 8000 years ago, all humans had brown eyes.  Then a mutation occurred and blue-eyed people appeared.  Where, you ask?  Bingo!  On the shores of the Black Sea region, and from there the blue-eyed people spread to Northern Europe, to Scandinavia.  So, Anderson and Annika while you drive your Volvo in Stockholm, remember that you owe your good looks to the Circassians.

The Circassians arrived in Galilee 150 years ago during the days of the Ottoman Empire when the Turks ruled the place.  They didn’t come here voluntarily.  The Russians in their 100-year-war against the Turks pushed out the Circassians from key trade routes at the border of Asia and Europe.  They became country-less.  Over a million died at the hands of the Russians.  The Turks took them in with conditions: Convert from Christianity to Islam and fight the Russians.  As expert horsemen and swordsmen they killed Russians.  In fact their name,”Circassian,” means “decapitate or chop off soldiers,” in Turkish.

Circassian traditional clothing

Try walking around with that name for a while.

Today the only thing the Circassians chop off is their famous cheese, similar to buffalo mozzarella.  They farm their fields, raise cows and trade horses.  And they provide every imaginable service to the surrounding villages, including Kfar Tavor.  The grocery store is open on Saturday (Shabbat) so it’s not uncommon to see Israeli Jews stocking up on bread, pitas, cheeses, produce.  Kfar Kama is where I go to fix a TV screen, buy building supplies, get seasonal plants from the nursery, fix a flat tire for $8, or buy school uniform shirts for my daughters.

The Circassians speak funny.  Their cyrillic alphabet has 64 letters and it seems every word they say uses all letters.

They’re a matter-of-fact bunch of people.  I’ve gone to their village many times, and many times I smiled at them, thinking my smile may prompt a smile in return.  It didn’t.  It seems they left their facial smile muscles in the Black Sea.  They’re courteous, all of them, hard-working, clean and tidy to the extreme, yet I can’t recall seeing their teeth.

I don’t think Colgate is going to call them anytime soon.

Their survival instinct has taught them to side with the strong.  They did so with the Turks, now with the Israelis.  Unlike the Arabs, they serve in the Israeli military.  Their loyalty is without question.  Even in Jordan, the Circassian foot soldiers watch over the life of King Abdullah.

Circassian traditional dress

Apparently all this fascination with security has entered the Circassian bedroom as well.  The man doesn’t date the girl much.  Instead, he kidnaps her.  According to their tradition, the man enters the girl’s house in the dead of night, wraps her in sheets and off they ride on horseback.  He shoots 3 times in the air.  The girl’s family and villagers give chase.  If the man succeeds in making it beyond the village, he can claim the girl.  If he fails, he’s punished, has to pay a fine, and his marriage is postponed.  In other words, grow up kid, come back as a man.  And don’t send wedding invitations ahead of time.

There’s a 21st century twist to this tradition.  The roads are asphalt paved so it’s hard on the horses.  These days the lovers make their getaway on a motorcycle.  And there’s no shooting bullets.  Remember, this is the Middle East.

They have a secret for the lowest divorce rate: The parents of the bride don’t attend and don’t pay for the wedding (they’re upset over their daughter being “kidnapped.”)  The mother doesn’t visit her son-in-law in his house.  Ever.  It’s their version of “Don’t meet the Fockers.”

Try writing material for this sitcom!

There are only 4000 Circassians in all of Israel (5 million worldwide), so the pool of available men and women is limited.  Matchmaking is forbidden, so is family inbreeding.  This leads to a shallow waters from which to catch mermaids.  Now that there’s peace with Jordan, some men go to Amman looking for a bride, some travel to Caucasus, to their ancestral homeland, and never return.

Entrance to Kfar Kama

I’m at the grocery store in Kfar Kama, pulling out stuff from the shopping cart.  The help around me talk Circassian, all gibberish.  I hand the woman cashier my credit card.  She rings me up.  I smile.

Who knows, my charm might work one day.

More information is available from tour guide Avshalom Shahar and his website