An open letter to Ehud Barak
I don't want to be here when the state is destroyed because of one man gone wild, who will soon be revealed as either foolish or crazy - and we didn't know it.
When I heard you play I sensed that someone else, with soul, was playing. I loved in you the Hebrew Prussian from the kibbutz. I can't help but love you, despite everything I and others have written, because you are smart. And when you are not playing, your anger slips away.