Arye Levin knew full well that his
mother suffered torments in the market.
He did not wish to make it worse by eating too much, by adding to her
already unbearable burdens of work, shopping, cooking, cleaning. She had a full book of ration coupons at the
top of each month, and the Ministry of Supplies and Rationing forced her, as they
did everyone in Israel ,
to shop at a certain stores in their neighborhoods. Supplies were low.
In
the morning the newspapers would announce which items were available in what
district: Radishes being distributed in
area 10, which was the location of the Levin flat in West
Jerusalem , price – 95 mils
per kilogram. Coupon – Page Gimel # 26. Giveret Levin would dutifully trudge down to
the greengrocer for the radishes.
There
was always a line which stretched around the corner. Sometimes she would stand for three hours for
radishes, eggs, fish, and by the time Giveret Levin reached the counter the
last radish, egg or fish was sold. A
crowd of disgruntled Jerusalemites would empty out into the cold winter
streets, grumbling about the government, spewing Dov Yosef, the “Minster of
Austerity,” the architect of the ration system for the Jewish State, with
curses of biblical dimensions.
“Is this
how we live, in Israel ,
in 1950!” one woman cried. And no one
had an answer. This was the seven years
of famine predicted by Joseph to Pharaoh, but not a soul could remember the
seven years of plenty.
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