Talia Levin: Unlike Israel, there are places that do not conduct themselves with unbearable noise

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The difficult situation, the extreme discourse, the unbearable social networks and the television that never stops pumping out its one-way agenda – made me addicted to Korean matchmaking shows in the last few weeks.

The South Koreans are, in my eyes, the most beautiful people on earth, and perhaps they also have here and there demographic similarities identical to those of Israel. Other than that, it’s a great country. They have wonderful food and something in the polite manner, in relation to older people and in general, in the conduct of first dates, makes me intensely jealous.
Even though I graze through garbage cans of content from foreign countries, I do not underestimate the level of Israeli TV trash, but I am tired of “Survival”, “Chef Games”, “The Winning Kitchen”, “Ninja Israel”, and if that is not enough, So we stuck celebrities inside giant dolls that function according to the standard of hypnotic machines for toddlers a la Teletubbies, that calm down every screaming troublemaker sitting in front of the television.

What bothers me about these programs is not the content. It’s mainly the noise and the screaming, both from the moderators and from the panelists. “Who is? Who’s that?” Everyone shouts loudly. God, maybe shut up a bit?

By the way, no one can be blamed for the deterioration of the prime time tracks, because in the end we are not a captive audience. There is streaming, there are alternatives and there is excellent local creation. Still, it could be that this whole construction keeps the viewers hooked in front of the screen because there is action, there is competition, there is a bit of nastiness and evil as they like to give and in abundance here, and this raises the ratings in real time. And in the end, we are the screaming wretch who was born to noise and feeds on it, and nothing manages to calm it down except the only language it knows – noise against me.

I was walking a few days ago in the street near the house. On the left side, the municipality’s bulldozer was digging for the train, on the right side someone beeped at me with the electric scooter and almost scratched me from within a millimeter. The guy from the bike shop yelled at someone else to move his tool out of the way, and the repairman upstairs yelled at the worker downstairs to loosen some more rope. And just then a car passed that blocked an accordion bus, the rear of which got stuck in a curve and both together honked their horns. I wanted to shout “Shut up”, but I knew that today it was forbidden to shout in the street, because it could annoy someone more nervous than me, and then it would end badly. So I kept silent, shook my head in an “Oh really” gesture and looked at the owner of the hummus, who made a “” gesture with his hand What to do, that’s how it is.”

Then I realized that it’s impossible not to be annoying and shrill in front of the TV, with all that noise that stimulates the nervous system. Just like sugar, the more we eat of it, the body will demand more and more. Even before I left the house, the workers from the building opposite woke me up. Shouting, of course. And before the water for the coffee could boil, the man who couldn’t get out of the parking lot screamed at the one who blocked him. If I am a cocoon of noise in the morning, a cocoon of noise in front of the computer, then how can I not be a cocoon of noise in front of a device that is a cocoon of noise in itself?

I have known the place where I passed, the ground zero of the noise, since childhood. In the place where the bus got stuck, today there is a construction site for a multi-story tower, and there used to be a store there that was open even on Saturday nights. We used to go occasionally to buy Reebok shoes with the vouchers my father got for the holiday from work. I remember the shoes and the work of choosing and buying, because Unlike today’s malls, the department stores of the past were goal-oriented: you came, you knew what you were buying, and you left. There is no noise in sight. The only noise in the background was the sound of the announcement of specials, and the ding dong in front of it and the sound of a bus or two crossing the road just before we entered to the Shekim and the sound of people talking to each other on a central street in the busy city of Suanat.

So for two weeks now I’ve been watching the Korean show “Hell for Singles”. But it really doesn’t depict hell, because they are gentle and polite, and there are almost no intrigues, and if there are, they are done politely and quietly. And wonder of wonders, the hosts don’t shout “Who is this? Who is this? ” Before the moment of the fateful choice, everything is going smoothly.

I suppose there is also a noise of renovations in Seoul, but does it take them a thousand years to dig one dangerous train tunnel? And did an accordion bus get stuck in the middle of a road that was too narrow? And has anyone brave out there been able to outlaw the unfortunate scooters? And even if not, then at least their lives, which may not be so different from ours, are conducted at a few decibels less – and that alone is a reason for envy.

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