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Woman of Valor – Weekend Getaway with Chabad Beijing

My wife works for Chabad in Beijing.  She is a kindergarten teacher, the children love her, and she loves them even more.  Chabad in Beijing is represented by the usual “Chabad House” (actually, given the gargantuan size of this city, we have two), a Jewish School, and a Kosher restaurant, “Dini’s”, the only kosher restaurant  in Beijing (http://www.kosherbeijing.com/).  And we have Dini, and Rabbi Shimon (the Freundlichs, כשמם כן הם, friendly indeed)WP_000015, and Chani, and Rabbi Mendi Raskin, and many more from the Chabad organization in Beijing.  All are truly amazing.  Kind and funny, hard-working and diligent.   In short, the kind of people you would like your community to have.  And there are many more.  All contributing to the feeling of community, to the feeling of being wanted.

On occasion we go for a Friday night dinner at Chabad, and we were never disappointed.  The food is never the important part, although it’s not bad either.  The flavor of chicken soup and matzo balls mixed with a very distinct Chinese aroma is certainly a taste of two homes.  But the company, It’s the company, the feeling of being part of a community that makes the difference.  I’m not big on communities, I admit.  I’m OK by myself for the most part.  And yet, when I spend time in what’s clearly considered a community, I never regret it.  When Dorit told me about this upcoming weekend, I had my worries.  On one hand I was intrigued.  The reviews of the previous three Community Weekends were very positive, and many of our friends signed up.  On the other hand, I knew that I am not exactly the kind of guy who likes to move from one prayer service to the next, and spend the day performing old customs and prayers.  I decided to give it a chance.  We signed up.

I must say for the record that I am not new to Chabad.  I went to the Chabad House at Stony Brook almost every Friday night the entire time I spent in school over there.  I had WP_000010friends from Chabad, and I had brothers in arms  from Chabad.  My friends and family know very well my feeling about organized religion, the practice of religion etc.  And indeed, I am always trying to avoid situations in which I MUST perform something in return to the feeling of belonging.  And in all honesty, it’s not that easy.  There I am, signing up and going on a Community Weekend, knowing well in advance that prayers and sermons are going to be an integral part of the event.  And it was of course, and instead of creating any kind of resentment, it only created a feeling of belonging, with the only obligations imposed on me are courtesy and respect.  And even those were self-imposed.  I was never asked to do anything, certainly not pushed, and everything I did was at my own pace, never under pressure.  The result was an amazingly relaxing family weekend, with people I like and even love, in an amazing environment – both geographical and mental – to the point that both my wife and I returned with the conclusion that we will always sign up for it for as long as we’re in Beijing, that we should strengthen our ties with the community, that we should get more involved.  And as you clearly can see, there is absolutely no implication on religious affiliation, practice, customs or anything like that.

We took off from Dini’s Kosher Restaurant a little after 16:30.  We arrived at Village View Resort about an hour later.  Again, I had my concerns.  Will we have Air Conditioners, how will the accommodations look like? I have been to quite a few resorts and hotels in China and around Beijing, and I’ve seen all kinds.  This one blew me away.  After the check in ceremony, in terms of rituals, this one was the most complex we’ve seen this weekend(passports, visa verification, photocopies, the usual), we received the keys to a two bedroom apartment, on the third floor, with four large beds (larger than in Seoul…), two full bathrooms, a kitchenette, Air Conditioning all around, televisions (which we never used) and the best surprise of all, high speed Internet, with Wi-Fi coverage throughout the compound.  My friends know me, I am spoiled rotten when it comes to accommodations.  I like it to be quiet, comfortable, well equipped, and in short -  pampering.  This resort qualified with flying colors.

People started congregating for the Shabbat Service (short, nice, reminded me of my grandfathers and my father), followed by a nice dinner.  This was the first opportunity to look around and see the texture of the people who make up this community.  But first, let me comment on the environment a little.  The theme of the weekend was “Eshet Chayil”, or in English “Woman of Valor”.  Recognizing, appreciating, cherishing the contribution of women in general, and everyone’s own wife in particular.  Every table was set with a photo of the woman sitting at it with her family, I was very proud to see that next to my wife’s photo was a small (but chubby) ornament of a man with a small belly, but with an even bigger smile.  That was me, apparently, and the message was that it was recognized that we have a good relationship.  This would be a good place to state that indeed, I have married a Woman of Valor.  An equal partner, a friend, a great wife, and an outstanding mother, and even daughter and daughter-in-law.  Next to us at the table were a very nice couple.  He is a French Jewish guy of Tunisian origins, she is a Chinese girl who teaches Kung Fu, Yoga, Meditation and other mystical practices of the orient.  With them were a boy and a girl, both beautiful and well-mannered.  We had a nice conversation when languages changed frequently all the time.  My wife and I speak Hebrew to one another and to the children.  The couple across the table from us speak Chinese to one another, the father spoke French to the kids, and Chinese to his wife.  The mother spoke Chinese with a hint of French.  And we used English to converse.  It was a wonderful dinner with a true sense of the cosmopolitan.  All around the dining room one could hear conversations in Hebrew, English, Chinese, German, and more.

The texture of the guests was something I could easily relate to.  People of the world.  Different languages, looks, religions, practices and customs.  All sitting around big tables listening to Rabbi Shimon talking about the portion Torah of the week, making the connection to the theme of the weekend, trying (and succeeding) very hard to not step on anyone’s toes.  Not to offend.  To be inclusive, rather than exclusive.  It was wonderful.

The next day we woke up late.  We immediately realized that something was wrong.  It was around 9:00 AM, and it was quiet outside.  In the heart of Beijing, where we live, it is absolutely never quiet.  There’s always the continuous noise of motor vehicles, people, machines, people, and more people.  We were surrounded with serenity.  The combination of this quiet and serenity with people we can relate to had an amazing positive impact on our well-being.  All of us, Dorit, Shiri, Guy and I took the shortcut from being tense and pressured, to being relaxed and content and all in a matter of an hour drive from the city and another hour to get acclimated with the surrounding.  It was like a miracle.

Shiri took about three minutes to identify about a dozen girls in her age group, and that was the last we saw of her.  They were playing ball, hide and seek, cards, even shooting pool, but mainly talking.  She made quite a few friends over the weekend.  So did Guy.  With the usual third grade politics taking a break for the weekend, it seemed that all children were having a good time, for the most part.  Guy, as usual, had to be reminded to eat, but as soon as he had his last bite, he was off to play again.

We had breakfast with a saint.  Seriously, a woman who saved two children from an unknown fate, and provides them with a carrying home is nothing short of a saint.  I will provide no identifying clues, for the sake of privacy of herself and her children, but let me tell you, this woman is a Woman of Valor in the strongest sense possible.  I have a confession to make.  I am not a big fan of recitation of long texts on a regular basis.  I did that at certain points of my life, and I strongly believe that if one needs to converse with God, one doesn’t have to have existing texts, which may or may not mean exactly what you have to say at a certain point in time.  But this isn’t the statement I was trying to make.  I did not try to avoid the prayers as I figured respect and courtesy is an internal prerequisite from myself to me.  But I simply didn’t make it to the long Shabbat service.  And to my great relief, I wasn’t missed by anyone, and nobody came to drag me over.  I thought it was a nice gesture.  By the way I must say, if someone did ask me to join, I would have in an instant, and resent it for the next hour or two…

On Saturday night while we had a BBQ, the children celebrated Lag Baomer with a bond fire.  Both groups had a great time.  Excellent meats on open fire, with salads and pitas, outstanding indeed.

We went to sleep late, but pretty happy and we slept like logs.  Let me tell you, quiet, serenity, and great company are easy to get used to…

On Sunday following breakfast we had a short sport activity in which the kids took the larger part.  There were two teams, green and orange, with identifying T shirts.  We were part of the orange team.  We won.  The sore losers of the green team never accepted that…

To summarize.  If you’re in Beijing, traveling or living.  For short term or longer term.  Alone or with family.  Whether you are a religious Jew or a complete agnostic, I strongly suggest that you go to the Chabad House on Friday night, at least once.  Meet people, have a good dinner, listen to some interpretation on the week’s portion of the Torah.  You may choose to never return, but you may actually realize that you have found a place of serenity.  A second home.  A place where nobody is judging you.  A place where you choose whether or not you wish to be a part of a community, a place where you decide how much of you is ready to become a part of a larger group and in what terms.

And one last note.  To Dini, Rabbi Shimon, Chani, Rabbi Mendi, and all others from Chabad who took part in putting together this magical getaway weekend.  You guys are awesome, you are obviously determined to make as many people feel part of a larger group.  You are successful.  Thank you very much indeed!

And to all women who took part in this weekend, first and foremost Dorit, my wife, but also Dini, Chani, and the rest of the participants:

אֵשֶׁת-חַיִל, מִי יִמְצָא; וְרָחֹק מִפְּנִינִים מִכְרָהּChabad3.

בָּטַח בָּהּ, לֵב בַּעְלָהּ; וְשָׁלָל, לֹא יֶחְסָר.

גְּמָלַתְהוּ טוֹב וְלֹא רָע, כֹּל, יְמֵי חַיֶּיהָ.

דָּרְשָׁה, צֶמֶר וּפִשְׁתִּים; וַתַּעַשׂ, בְּחֵפֶץ כַּפֶּיהָ.

הָיְתָה, כָּאֳנִיּוֹת סוֹחֵר; מִמֶּרְחָק, תָּבִיא לַחְמָהּ.

וַתָּקָם, בְּעוֹד לַיְלָה, וַתִּתֵּן טֶרֶף לְבֵיתָהּ; וְחֹק, לְנַעֲרֹתֶיהָ.

זָמְמָה שָׂדֶה, וַתִּקָּחֵהוּ; מִפְּרִי כַפֶּיהָ, נטע (נָטְעָה) כָּרֶם.

חָגְרָה בְעוֹז מָתְנֶיהָ; וַתְּאַמֵּץ, זְרוֹעֹתֶיהָ.

טָעֲמָה, כִּי טוֹב סַחְרָהּ; לֹא יִכְבֶּה בליל (בַלַּיְלָה) נֵרָהּ.

יָדֶיהָ, שִׁלְּחָה בַכִּישׁוֹר; וְכַפֶּיהָ, תָּמְכוּ פָלֶךְ.

כַּפָּהּ, פָּרְשָׂה לֶעָנִי; וְיָדֶיהָ, שִׁלְּחָה לָאֶבְיוֹן.

לֹא תִירָא לְבֵיתָהּ מִשָּׁלֶג: כִּי כָל בֵּיתָהּ, לָבֻשׁ שָׁנִיםChabad2.

מַרְבַדִּים עָשְׂתָה לָּהּ; שֵׁשׁ וְאַרְגָּמָן לְבוּשָׁהּ.

נוֹדָע בַּשְּׁעָרִים בַּעְלָהּ; בְּשִׁבְתּוֹ, עִם זִקְנֵי אָרֶץ.

סָדִין עָשְׂתָה, וַתִּמְכֹּר; וַחֲגוֹר, נָתְנָה לַכְּנַעֲנִי.

עֹז וְהָדָר לְבוּשָׁהּ; וַתִּשְׂחַק, לְיוֹם אַחֲרוֹן.

פִּיהָ, פָּתְחָה בְחָכְמָה; וְתוֹרַת חֶסֶד, עַל-לְשׁוֹנָהּ.

צוֹפִיָּה, הילכות (הֲלִיכוֹת) בֵּיתָהּ; וְלֶחֶם עַצְלוּת, לֹא תֹאכֵל.

קָמוּ בָנֶיהָ, וַיְאַשְּׁרוּהָ; בַּעְלָהּ, וַיְהַלְלָהּ.

רַבּוֹת בָּנוֹת, עָשׂוּ חָיִל; וְאַתְּ, עָלִית עַל-כֻּלָּנָה.

שֶׁקֶר הַחֵן, וְהֶבֶל הַיֹּפִי: אִשָּׁה יִרְאַת-ה’, הִיא תִתְהַלָּל.

תְּנוּ-לָהּ, מִפְּרִי יָדֶיהָ; וִיהַלְלוּהָ בַשְּׁעָרִים מַעֲשֶׂיהָ.

– משלי ל”א, י’-ל”א.

Amiram Hayardeny

Seoul, South Korea 2012

I usually take the time to write every single day when we’re traveling.  Apparently some people (admittedly not too many) actually read what I have to say, and possibly some (even fewer) may see it as useful information that they can actually use in future trips to places we go.  This time, it was difficult to write every day, because I was exhausted.  When we came to the hotel, it was shower and bed pretty much, even the TV didn’t get to work that hard – just a little BBC Entertainment and Korean speaking Cartoon Channel, and that’s all.  In any case, our trip is behind us and I wanted to share our experiences nonetheless.  So here they are.

Flight.  We came to Seoul on a non-stop flight from Beijing with China Southern Airlines.  A very pleasant, less than two hours experience.  The flight was practically full, and next to me sat a young woman who obviously drank the entire night before, but when she was awake, she was also very nice.  The ride from the airport was about 30 minutes long (Gimpo Airport is closer to Seoul than Incheon Airport).  The lady at the Information booth at the airport advised us to take a taxi which we did (~$50.00).  Speaking of taxis, I must say, all taxi drivers we rode with were courteous, spoke some level of English, never refused us the ride (a common and extremely annoying practice in Beijing), and helped with the luggage if there was any.  Taxi experience in Seoul, two thumbs up.

We visited the following sites.  In general, it was all great, with a couple of exceptions for outstanding.

IMG_0086We started at the Royal Palace of Gyeongbokgung (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gyeongbokgung).  It was beautiful as it was educational.  The structures are very pretty, although one can easily identify the very strong Chinese influence on the structures.  To our surprise (and I must add an embarrassing admission of ignorance here) we saw that many of the structures had Chinese letters on top.  Much like the Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven, and others in Beijing.  We learned that until maybe five hundred years ago, Chinese characters were used commonly in Korea.  Indeed, the spoken language was different, but the writing was Chinese.  Much like Mandarin vs. Cantonese.  Same characters, different spoken language.  Inside the palace there’s a fairly large and unexpected museum.  Needless to say we went to check it out.  As if someone thought we had questions needing answers, the mystery was solved.  Chinese influence was indeed great, children were taught Chinese writing and culture when they were young, and many of the items on display were written in Chinese.  We felt at home.

Out of the palace we headed to the large and beautiful statue of King Jesong.  This was when Guy volunteered a piece of trivia we hadn’t known at all.  Guy told us that his Korean friends in class told him that King Jesong invented the Korean Alphabet, which turned out to be correct, and we were able to verify it when we saw that under the impressive statue was an innocent and small door which we could have easily missed.  It was the entrance to the King Jesong Museum.  It looks small from the outside, but in fact it’s huge.  All underground, it tells the story of a loved and admired king.  The story of the Korean Alphabet is told right there among many other inventions this king is responsible for.  What an amazing experience.  Then the sun set, we had something small to eat and headed back to the hotel.  We already signed up for the DMZ trip when we arrived, so we were excited to find a message that we were confirmed for our next day trip.

IMG_0108A short comment about food.  Seoul is very welcoming to Western people.  There’s countless McDonald’s, Burger Kings, Dunkin’ Donuts, Krispy Kreme, Outback Steakhouses, Domino’s Pizzas, and more.  And these are only the fast food chains.  There are plenty more Western restaurants, and they’re all identical to their American brethren, although less sweet.  We really wanted to experience Korean food, but Guy is the kind of guy who doesn’t want to experiment with food at all.  So it was pretty much burgers, steaks, chicken nuggets, and donuts this time.  But in all honesty, it really wasn’t so bad at all.

The next morning we went to the DMZ.  The Demilitarized Zone between the two Koreas was brilliantly turned into a tourist attraction.  Not just a tourist attraction, but a very popular one.  I can only imagine if Israel decided to turn its borders into tourist attractions, and show off the hundreds of tunnels dug between Gaza and Israel, I doubt any tourists would like to experience that.  Then again, the North Koreans are nothing like the Palestinians.  The North Koreans are just sitting back, making nuclear noises, and hitting their own people with poverty and hunger.  But again, speaking about the two Koreas, it must be really disheartening for the North Koreans to know that their neighbor has become a superpower over the sixty years since the war.  It must be terrible to know that while they were toying with the idea of complete and pure Communism, their next door neighbors are leading the world with cars (I would say that 90% or more of the cars in Seoul are Korean made: Hyundai, Kia, Samsung, Daewoo pretty much cover most of the cars and buses, the others are German and maybe a few American.  I only saw one Toyota, and one Nissan during the five days in Seoul).  Electronics, smart phones, Televisions, everything is made locally, or at least designed.  Korea is practically the new Japan…

Back to the DMZ.  We went to see a bridge used for prisoner exchanges, a tunnel dug by the North Koreans into the DMZ, and a train station prepared on the South Korean side for the day of re-unification.  Undoubtedly interesting.  I never knew, for example, that the division of the Koreas came as part of the agreement following WWII.  There were many other facts I had no clue about.  It was all nice and interesting, but with a strong touch of propaganda.  Not necessarily a bad one, but still propaganda.  Nonetheless, DMZ is a must see when in Seoul.

IMG_4097By the way, like everywhere we used organized tours, there was a commercial element.  We had to go the amethyst factory outlet as part of the trip.  It’s not a big deal, and we even bought a ring for Shiri, but the feeling was that we were rushed through certain places, so we can make it on time to the outlet.  In any case, be prepared.  A visit to the amethyst factory outlet is not optional…  And speaking of which, as always, it seems that the concierge service at the Grand Hyatt is very strongly connected to the travel agency offering these trips, as well as to the taxi services.  My advice is to either avoid using their services altogether if you want to save some money, or bargain.  To my great surprise, I was able to find discounts for trips, as well as taxi fares when I asked for them at the concierge desk.

We asked to be dropped off at MyeongDong area, which has a huge market, with no cars, plenty of street food, restaurants and cafes (I do believe Seoul has more cafes than Paris) and many people walking around having fun.  We went there a couple of more times, and it was always fun.IMG_4028

For the next day we chose a trip to the Korean Folk Village.  We were told (by the concierge) that it is too far to go by taxi (true), and that an organized trip is the only way (false).  It was a great trip followed by the non-optional visit to the Ginseng factory outlet… The Folk Village was a wonderful experience, I recommend it, but do yourself a favor and find another way to get there, so you can spend more time.  The Ginseng factory outlet is a waste of time, even for those who use it regularly.  The same kind of Ginseng can be found on the streets of Seoul for less.

For the last day we chose to go to the palace and temple next to the Royal Palace.  But it was closed on Mondays.  You should check carefully, as many places are closed on Mondays or Tuesdays.  Instead, we found a quiet demonstration of workers at the Ssangyong Motors Company (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SsangYong_Motor_Company).  We actually took the time to read their claims and understood that the company, due to bad management, had to lay off thousands of workers, and that some of them killed themselves.  The mourners tent we visited was the thirty seventh or so.  We paid our respect and left for another place that was closed that day, one of the largest indoor markets in the world.  I was grateful…  Instead we went to Insadong, which is a beautiful street filled with art galleries and “pichefkes” (in Yiddish it means “stuff”, different kind of things that you probably don’t need, have no use for, but sometimes provide a good keepsake of the place you’re visiting.  The kind we like to bring home from every trip).  It’s definitely a place worth a couple of hours.  Very relaxed and relaxing.  It also had a McDonald’s and Guy devoured too many chicken nuggets and fries, and topped it off with the vanilla ice cream McDonald’s for some reason makes so well everywhere.  It all came out after a couple of hours in the form of vomit.  Unfortunately it’s not the first time Guy gives us a scare a day before we have to fly back home.  Gratefully, it was over in a couple of hours.  Must have been something with the food or a sensitivity.

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Then we headed to the N Seoul Tower.  A must do in Seoul.  The cable car, and the observatory is a must and is beautiful.  It reminded me of the World Trade Center back in the seventies.  We learned, after the fact, that you can actually climb to the foot of the tower by foot.  And you can climb down the same way.  But the cable car is much more convenient, and perfect for people who just went down a tunnel dug from North Korea.  The cable car ride is impressive, and the observatory from the foot of the tall building is breathtaking.  However, getting to the tower and not taking the (very fast) elevator to its top is probably not the right thing to do.  So naturally, we did.  We didn’t regret it at all.  The usual tourist traps with your overpriced family photo superimposed on various impressions of the city as seen from the tower (Photoshop is everywhere), numerous concession stands and shops, souvenir stores, ice cream and everything else (God, am I really turning into my mother???).  From the top of the building, Seoul with its way over ten million people is spread out in all directions.  It’s quite a site, and everyone who visits Seoul must visit the N Seoul Building.  Fear of heights may play a role for some, as the observatory is almost all windows, and it’s really easy to imagine yourself up there with nothing to hold you.

IMG_0248The next morning (if you can call 4:00 AM morning) we headed to the airport.  Incheon is one of the largest, most beautiful, clean and pleasant airports in existence.  And yet, it’s extremely far from the city, more than an hour drive, and opens for check in at 6:00.  Security opens at 7:00, at least the main one does.  We took off from a clear skied Seoul and flew into a white, thick, cloud of smog in Beijing.  We felt at home.

It was a great trip, a traditional Hayardeny trip – big city stay and tour, excursions to a few remote (but not too remote) sites.

All the way home we had this discussion with the children.  They already stated that they wanted to go back to Seoul.  To the same hotel no less.  However, from past experience, we know that eventually, when it’s time to decide on our next destination, and they will be faced with the inevitable question of where are we going? To a new or an old place?  The answer will be, as always were: let’s go to a new place.

As for me, I think Tokyo will be one of our next destinations, and we are considering Hawaii as well.  But our next destination for the summer is home.  Israel is next following the school year end.  We can hardly wait.  Seeing family, having Israeli food, seeing friends.

Last but not least.  Lotte Market is a huge supermarket not too far from where we live here in Beijing.  We realized, while in Korea that Lotte is as big in Korea as Tata in India.  Simply stated: everywhere.  It sells burgers, runs tours, owns hotels, etc.  The name Lotte in Seoul is practically everywhere.  Today we went to the Lotte Market next to home and we actually felt different about it.  We suddenly found ourselves looking for Korean products that we used during our trip, and bought them.  I’m starting to think that the most Western supermarket in Beijing (excluding Jenny Lou’s, which is very limited and extremely expensive) is actually Korean…

One more thing.  If you wish to see the full set of photos we took (two cameras) here are links for Picasa Web:

April 27 April 28 April 29 April 30

OCD- Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Reading Ender’s Game (actually it’s one of the sequels) I found an interesting, possibly not very accurate, definition of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).  It’s defined as never getting the feeling that work is done.  That something is complete and needs no more attention.  Rather, the feeling of it’s incomplete, insufficient, more work is needed.  Forever…

I arrived here on May 1, 2012.  It is required by law to register with the local authorities upon arrival. Well, there’s a 24 hour grace period.   It is customary to bring with you your passport, with the visa stamped inside, your housing contract, and a couple of other documents.  Needless to say the Police Station who’s in charge of registering foreigners was abandoned for Labor Day.  So I showed up the next day.  Everything went smooth, and within about an hour I was the proud owner of a document suggesting that I can stay for thirty days.  What?  I asked myself, why thirty days?  My visa was for a year.  And then I realized.  The visa they stamp in your passport is indeed a work visa, and it is indeed for a year, but you need to get it processed upon arrival, and get another more permanent visa stamped in your passport.  I got that.  By the way, before this process is concluded, you can’t start working.  So I went to the visa desk at work with all the documents, and surrendered my passport, my visa, and a few other documents for seven working days, to get the permanent visa stamped in my passport.  At the end of the seven days I had to show up in person at the headquarters of the Public Safety Bureau, so I can be verified that I am me.  I was quite sure that I was indeed me.  The visit was pleasant and the subway ride wasn’t so bad.  After a little more than an hour I had my passport back with the brand new visa stamped inside.  I took a deep breath and said to myself, it wasn’t so bad./  But then, a small piece of paper dropped out of the passport reminding me, that with the new visa, I had to go register again with the local authorities.  No biggie.  Another hour, and I was all set.  I couldn’t help noticing that the registration form was good for about a month, and then I remembered of course, that was the end of my apartment rental.  No big deal, I thought, we shall cross that bridge when we reach it.  Then I went to collect the family from Israel.  A week of packing, storing, moving stuff from one place to another, throwing away fifteen years of junk collection and plain garbage.  Finally we were on our way.  We were headed to the temporary housing, a wonderful help for the relocating family.  Needless to say, the family had to register upon arrival, and actually, so did I, as I had a new address.  Then the family had to surrender the passports for seven days and show up for the interview, verifying not only that they are who they say they are, but that they are actually related to me.  At the end of the process, we were the proud owners of four, identical visas, all expiring on the same day.  It felt like conquering the summit of the Everest.  Of course we all headed to the local authorities, namely the police station next to our temporary housing place.  Just to register.  The difference this time is that we had another tenant with us.  A four legged tenant, named Linda, our Cavalier King Charles Spaniel – a small and sweet dog, barely over 10 kg.  After we all registered according to the law of the land, we were finally happy.  And then we saw that the registration expires in a couple of months.  Of course, we said, it’s the termination of the housing contract.  No big deal, we said, in a couple of months we will find our own apartment, have an extended contract, and we will have a full year of no-visiting-the-local-police period.  Right.  We didn’t find an apartment in time, and we had to extend our temporary housing by two weeks – registering with the police again.  Then we actually moved, and went to the new local police station again.  Then the children’s passports had to be renewed, and we went to visit the police station again, and then the visa was renewed, and I just came back from the police station again.  I noticed, that my registration will expire in four months.  That’s when the housing contract expires.  So I’m contemplating whether I should move to the police station once and for all, and have them issue me an endless contract so I don’t have to come see them every few weeks.

It’s Like A Roller-Coaster Ride…

Guy_KNEX_RollerCoasterThe definition of toys changed overtime, like many other definitions in our lives.  When I was a child, we played with basically anything and everything.  My mother says that my favorite toys were in the kitchen, pots and pans, forks and spoons.  Indeed, times were different, we weren’t as selective, and we enjoyed very much the presence and company of other children.  We hung out in the street until all the mothers would stand in the porches and scream for their children to come home for dinner.  Today, it would seem that a large percentage of the toys and games involve the sliding motion on the smart phones,  tablet computers, and the interactive gestures on the Wii, Xbox, PlayStation consoles.  When I first introduced Guy, my nine year old boy, to K’NEX (http://www.knex.com/), I thought he would spend a couple of hours with it and forget about it.  But to my amazement and amusement, this was not the case.  Guy fell in love with this kind of toys the same way I fell in love with Mechano and Lego many years ago.  Guy developed the ability to build from plans with such precision that I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t think I could match.

A few months ago I brought him a K’NEX roller-coaster from the US, and he built it in a couple of days and refused to take it apart for months.  It had become an attraction to friends of all ages to see the roller-coaster in motion.  With an engine and a single car, with a loop and a couple of sharp turns, this roller-coaster is really a piece of engineering.

When Guy learned that I was going to Seattle on one of my business trips, he looked up in Amazon, and found this amazing new roller-coaster from K’NEX and asked me to bring it to him.  Now, I know dozens of friends and family who are fighting off children wanting expensive gadgets, many start with a small “I”, when Guy asked for it, I placed an order with Amazon right away, and since it didn’t fit in any luggage, I had to carry it on to the airplane (same thing happened when I brought him a toy train from Korea…).

I landed on Saturday night and came home just before midnight.  Guy was ready to start building it, and it was difficult to convince him to get some sleep first.  The next morning, bright and early, he started to put it together, and with the help of his sister Shiri, it was up and running by the end of the day.  It has over a thousand parts, an engine, rails, and two race cars performing an elaborate track including a couple of loops.

The kick I get out of it is to see a child, completely focused on reading plans, executing to perfection, and seeing the results.  Way to go Guy!  And just a small addition, he already asked and I already told him that I can bring another one from my next trip.

Great Dinner, Great Company

I have a confession to make.  It’s quite possible that humans evolved to vegetarians.  I, however, remained a carnivore.  What can I say, I love meat.  Thick, juicy, seared on the outside and pink on the inside (no blood please), nice piece of beef is one of my favorite foods.  And like I said about Mount Rainier, rarity makes things appreciated more.  I’m sure good steaks are available in China and most certainly in Israel, but they aren’t readily available (I do not consider kosher beef to be eligible for the grill), and very expensive.  As a result, I don’t eat steak very often.  In fact, it’s a rare and celebrated occasion.  Yesterday was one of these celebrations.  Accompanied by two of my colleagues from China, I went to The Keg in Bellevue.  And the experience was nothing short of outstanding.

First and foremost, reservations were made quickly, the woman on the other end of the line took Max to be my name (spelling Amiram is just too much for Americans, sorry), and quickly gave up on the return phone number after I said I don’t have an American one.  Indeed, we were lead to our booth as soon as we came in, chilled water was served, and the waitress, or rather server as they are called these days, was extremely nice, patient and accommodating.  Thank you Jane!  In fact, the service throughout the meal was pleasant, not pushy, and simply put: nice.

The Caesar Salad, freshly baked warm bread and butter was exquisite.  But the New York Sirloin was simply out of this world.  They always say “grilled to perfection”, but this one really was grilled to perfection.  Almost fat free, thick, nice and brown on the outside and pink on the inside, I finished it, even though I was  pretty full halfway through.  It came with vegetables (Champignon mushrooms, fried zucchini, and a fully loaded baked potato), but frankly, no offense meant, I didn’t touch them, the steak was the main event, actually, the only event.  We had Molson, nice, not too heavy, Canadian beer with the meal.  When the server came with the dessert menu, we were so full we couldn’t even laugh.

Thanks Quanxiu and Jumbo for being a great company for a great dinner.

Bottom line: The Keg Steakhouse is a very good choice for an excellent dinner for a very reasonable price. 

http://www.kegsteakhouse.com/en/locations/WA/bellevue/factoria-keg/

3600 Factoria Boulevard SE
Bellevue, Washington
98006-6128
United States
(425) 644-9700