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LADIES’ ami HEM’S MATS
Series on Israel’s Southland
Visit to Beer Sheba’s “Last Chance"
Night Spot? Or Substitute for Analysist’s Couch?
by RENATE ASTAR
Once the powerful sun has set,
night falls swiftly over the de
sert like a heavy cloak. Only
much later do Innumerable stars
light the velvety somber even
ing. With darkness coming as
sharp and abrupt, and a chilly
wind raising cold and dust, the
hub of the crowds is suddenly
swept off the market place and
main streets. In spite of the early
hours they seem utterly deserted.
Man and animal seek warmth
and huddle behind the stone
walls of homes and coi
It is apparen
that wickedly]
early <wor
hours in these]
parts force peo-j
pie into restini
at chicken-bed-]
time. We are]
tourists, and as
such neither un
der restriction,
nor pressure ofi
the same sort; we look for some
fun in the evening.
A mildly sophisticated form of
entertainment in tiny nightspots
has been developed, and many
such places are mushrooming in
urban areas all over Israel. In a
desert town, however, what can
you expect? Modem development
is only ten years old. The growth
out of a frontier type village post
into a new and sizable town is
still in progress. We sadly muse,
that in these parts you cannot
expect, as yet, the wicked taste
for old jazz and crazy cocktails
as elsewhere.
Getting lost in side lanes our
feet struggle in the crumbly fine
sands, there are no sidewalks,
we pass rows of ancient dilapi
dated houses that tilt toward
each other in the dim lantern-
light. Out of that gloomy maze
unmistakable sounds alert us. We
jump in surprise, but it is Dave
Brubeck indeed stalking among
these dead stones.
Like sightless men on a line
we feel our way along the walls,
the muffled sound of music seems
to syncopate out of a narrow slit
between rough stoneheaps. Half
a door narrow is the opening,
and we wiggle in excitedly, only
to tumble back almost immedi
ately. A barrel of smelly tar bars
our way in purposely. Cautious
ly we find our way around this
and other weird obstacles, ob
viously created to form a world
of Daliesque nightmares. The
same scene, by daylight would
seem a junkman’s paradise, by
the soft light of the rising moon
an eerie, dreamlike effect trans
forms the morbid profusion of
rotten cases, rusty bedsteads and
bits of antique furniture into a
world of grotesque strangeness.
The feeling of decay and desola
tion is relieved by reliable,
sturdy wagonwheels, strewn
about in every corner. Are they
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fortune and roll off to material
success, or are they just showing
the spirit of vagabondage and
romance?
Inside we find more of the
same, only more obvious, under
the reddish lights nothing looks
quite definite, only the wheels
are in strong focus again. Not
only the air, but the furniture is
hazy and unreliable, the low di
vans and rickety high stools
wobble when tried, it all contri
butes to the atmosphere. The bar
in the middle seems the only
piece solid enough to lean on.
There are few people around
that night, and we have a full
view of the dark corners, where
inhibited young couples find
their haven. The French looking
barmaid, proprietess of the estab
lishment, serves the drinks some
what absentmindedly. She shows
off her good figure in skintight
slacks and bulky sweater to the
youngster at the bar. The boy
looks as if he is half frightened
by his audacity to go wicked for
the first time, the elderly man on
the other side just looks lonely.
The group of three, occupying
the middle bars too Is and drink
ing steadily could easily be ex
perts of a kind, we guess. Are
they in textiles or atoms, that is
the question. They whisper
among themselves, dressed too
neatly, too correctly to be as in-
conscpicous as they would like
to be.
Heaviness hangs in the smoky
air. Even Brubeck drags his notes
painfully off the excellent phono
graph. Why have we come here?
We seem to feel each bone in
our tired limbs after the long
day of seeing the sights, of rush
ing in all directions to get the
right angle for the entirely novel
and revoluntionary snapshots we
plan to create . . . But, to get up
and leave we have not quite the
energy. So, on we sit, minutes
stretch, in boredom, endlessly . .
until:
All of a sudden the atmosphere
changes. What is the difference,
the place of lost chances looks
still the same, the red light still
contorts our shadows into pale
and ugly forms, but we are elec
trified by a new substance.
Pushing and shoving in is a
group of fresh looking soldier
boys and girls. In spite of their
course and clean starched uni
forms and caps they look won
derfully young and hopeful, and
the decay is definitely gone
around us. There is no nonsense
of beatnickish sloppiness in them.
They scramble in, full of spirit
and rearing to go. Having spent
the last three hours in Beer
Sheba’s theater, sitting still and
watching a live play, a comedy,
it seems, as they still giggle re
membering the jokes. Now, they
are ready for action. Camp can
wait, the night is young and
promising to them.
The place gets a new lease on
life, definitely. Music starts in
peppy rythms to sweep off the
itchy feet in a spirited dance,
later swinging into one of their
beloved songs, which they ac
company with hands clapping.
The doped up proprietor shuffles
in with new supplies of drinks
and food of astonishing quanti
ties, all of which are absorbed
with verve and concentrated ac
tion.
The place of the last chance
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we think it should be renamed
First chance to live and love for
the young generation, who so
obviously enjoy the good things
in existence, and that in spite of
the cloud of insecurity hanging
over the whole world, just as the
veil draping the desert moon on
our way to rest . . .
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