I took this photo in the garden outside my house – in Modi’in Illit.
It raises quite a few questions and doubts in me: Why do we, the ultra-Orthodox, allow the phenomenon of dirt in our public spaces?
Is this a phenomenon with sociological roots towards the sanctity of the public space that is unique only to us members of the sector? Or is it possible that the opponents of the reform, for example, who block major traffic routes, are also desecrating this sanctity?
And what about the Pashkovils? Are we obligated to allow him to do so just because that man is harassing something, and he chooses to spread it with eagles across the sidewalks, roads and gardens?
maybe yes. But then the question will arise: why don’t we allow any person suffering from any kind of pain – religious, secular, self-righteous or Ethiopian – to disrupt our lives? After all, something bothers him!
And finally, what about ‘you won’t go down with him’?
I watch our street cleaner from time to time (and were it not for the modesty of the individual I would take a picture of him) and I ask myself: how in God’s name does he collect all these pieces of paper? Is there any miracle sweeper capable of sweeping them up?
And what, actually, is the difference between the street cleaner in the early hours of the morning and the policeman tired in the rain and at intersections, who, like the sweeper, holds tools that he cannot use?