2022 פברואר 128 אדריכלים מציירים - ערן יעקבי אדריכלות ישראלית 95 | | A few years ago I tutored a course in architecture and interior design for women from the neighborhood. And during the exiting experience I discovered that one of them bore the magical name Taharlev (PureHearted). About a month ago, Yoram Taharlev, the poet, and her husband of pure heart and soul departed for his 'end of the year trip to heaven'. He was an emotional lover of the Land of Israel but not really a right-wing extremist. Many people became so attached to his poems that some of then even accused him of having no political attitude - a declared compromise which best expresses contemporary politics in Israel. In one of his beautiful songs – 'The Evergreen Mountain' - he articulates the secret of our compromising existence here: We went to the army, big and embarrassed, From the wars we returned as brothers In our arms we held mates and friends - and separated By the evergreen mountain. Thanks to wonderfully poetic podcasts, he blossomed online in recent years. We learned with endless love and admiration that behind every word of his there is a story, and the following story suggests that animals know better than us that compromise is the secret of living together: A tiger came to visit his lion friend: "Hey man, what's up?" he asked, shaking his head submissively. "Everything is under control" answered the king of beasts. Suddenly, a monkey, in the way of a monkey, threw a coconut at them from above. "What is this," asked the tiger, "why do you agree to that? I wouldn't let it pass in silence." After two minutes another one... "You know what", said the lion, "you're not really a child either, let's see you do something". The tiger was not lazy; he got up in a panther pose, leapt up and started chasing the monkeys, who jumped from one tree to another as only monkeys know, until at last he came down by surprise from the tree, entered a tunnel and got out the other side. The tiger followed him. But, due to his dimensions he got stuck there, until he lost a few pounds. Returning thin and limping to the lion, the king asked him: "Well, did you show him who is bigger"... "Sure," replied the tiger, "I chased him through the whole forest. I climbed trees...." "Leave the details pal," said the lion, "did he show you the tunnel?" Remember Yoram, that for poets like you, death is only a trip to heaven, since all of us will continue singing your poems with love for many years to come. And in your own words: Look up, you will see a little bird through the azure of the sky and a single cloud, And you will realize that only thanks to people like you, the almond tree blooms in the land of your love And the mountain of songs you left will be evergreen. And to all the 'compromisers', from the extreme intelligent Abbas to the blooming Ayelet, who doesn't always remember who holds for her the Torch. Don't let it turn your head. I have no doubt that the situation would have reminded Yoram of the story about the computer technician sitting with son in the evening. "Tell me Dad, how is it that in the morning the sun rises on this side, and now it sinks on that side?" Experienced with computers, the father replied to his apprentice son: "If it ain't broke, don't fix it". Architect Dr. Ami Ran end of year trip to heaven editorial דב ה ורך
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