My personal tale

AFRICA & Its Mystique its Greatness

I can only speak from my experience of the life I lives in North Africa Tripoli, Libya.

Africa always will be in the beat of my heart, as the drums once beating of freedom, today lost to its indigenous people, of time in memorial.

To be precise. To most of the world Africa has been a 3rd world country, What many see as fascinating about Libya is the nature, culture, history and archaeology and yet many crowns added to their coffers and stripped it of all it land and most of it soul, but not for me I have learned there the value of life, of community of friendship and human ethics

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Unfortunately I was expelled from a land I considered mine as much as Israel is.

Jews, Muslims, Catholics were living side by side, with the unwritten rule to respect each other, and also when to keep to ourselves.

In 1967 many miles away, the 6 days war happen, involving Israel and its Neighboring Arab states, and thus creating sparks of resentment toward us, citizen not at al involved, and far away.

The Jewish Communities of Libya, became refugees, and scattered around the world.

For most Italy was the choice of first stop, for other was their final stop.

My family lived in a Refugee camp for an entire year then tranfered to Rome, and after a total stay of 4 years we decided to make aliyah to Israel, we live there except the free spirited me. I married an American and have been living in Los Angeles since 1973.

In Africa I had a deep sense if natural foods, a real experience to shop from horse or mule carts vendors who passed our street to bring a daily freshness to our doors. Fresh daily catch of sea fish, I love blue fin Tuna, I was taught how to clean it and cook it as well.

I took the chicken to the shohet (Rabbinical Slaughterer trained) to shohet a chicken and I also witnessed the process; afterward I knew how to feather out and also eviscerate it to kosher and cook it. This process also taught me to respect my animals for their gift, to use and not abuse. Never to waste, and how to appreciate what we had, as a gift of the land.

I have learned the communal responsibility for the less fortunate, to care and adopt, bring Shabbat meals, generate and chip to funds for upcoming bar Mitzvahs and weddings, because all where responsible one to the other, it was an unwritten law.

We are the glorious legacy of the past and a conduit to a better future to the next generation

While listening to music as varied as Tosca and Donna immobile to the Beatles

Oum Kultum, Farid El Etrash or Abduahab, a times the Beatles, Modugno, or Begnamino Gigli\

Back to the food, because of the so many conquerors from Phoenicians, Romans, Arabs, Moors, Spain, Turks, Italy, Britain.we have accumulated a vast menu such as couscous to pasta and pizza or schacshuka and felfelUciumah

From Bestiles to burequetitas and to brik similar and yet different.

Dfina (Burried) of old hidden Shabbat food in the Canun a clay with coals than will keep food hot throughout the Shabbat, to match all other Jewish ways, but with different names

A special way to brew coffee as Turks