When I was a child , on heavy winter days,I would sometimes “lose” my hand inside my raincoat sleeve. Then mom or dad would take their hand and reach deep into the sleeve of the raincoat, pull my hand out from there and say with a big smile “Here’s Yuval hand!”
It’s a while now that I feel like that hand, lost inside a raincoat sleeve.
Yesterday I decided -I stop waiting for someone to pull mee out and start little by little, sometimes even a millimeter a day, to do it by myself .
Today I realized that Trying to get it out of there by myself is like trying to draw a picture on the sand of the beach, at the point where the waves break again and again.
I need help. I know I am the only one who can get this lost hand out of the sleeve, but being the only one who has the power doesn’t help me if I can’t remember anything as soon as another wave comes.
