{"id":240,"date":"2010-07-16T19:12:38","date_gmt":"2010-07-16T19:12:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/?p=240"},"modified":"2010-07-16T19:12:38","modified_gmt":"2010-07-16T19:12:38","slug":"train","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/?p=240","title":{"rendered":"Train"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote style=\"margin-left: 0px\">\n<p dir=\"rtl\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">\n<p><font size=\"3\"><font face=\"Comic Sans MS\"><strong><font size=\"7\">Train<br \/>\n<\/font><\/strong><br \/>\nAt the age of 7 I left Georgia as an immigrant to Israel with my parents and two brothers. We arrived at the train-station with the feeling of a one-way ticket. We travelled until Moscow and before passing one whole day and night in a magnificent hotel we took another train to Vienna from there we took a plane to Israel. We landed on another planet. It was mid-January 1972. Since then from my point of view trains have been symbols of departure. Of self-analysis. Of new life. Of loss. Not to mention the Jewish DNA that runs on the collective memory of the train-tracks or vice-versa. There is nothing for me that symbolizes so strongly the wandering the displacement and human sadness like the train. Even if it's a new train racing along tracks raised on columns to allow the world's other creatures non-stop transport. When I want to bring these things to light in my memory everything changes to a collage of the trains I've seen in my life, in reality as well as in films, documentaries or art-house. The train has turned into trainness and I don't know to whom I belong<\/p>\n<p>\n<em>:Translated by <br \/>\nAlexa Christopher-Daniels <br \/>\n<\/em><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Train At the age of 7 I left Georgia as an immigrant to Israel with my parents and two brothers. We arrived at the train-station with the feeling of a one-way ticket. We travelled until Moscow and before passing one whole day and night in a magnificent hotel we took another train to Vienna &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2988,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2988"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=240"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=240"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=240"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/159\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=240"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}