The days stretch the limits of time, soon the sun will rise here, as if it will forget to set. The heart slowly wakes up and begins to defrost. Observing the passing scenery, the white scorches, the wide-open space, the pupils widen and shrink between the tunnels. The dark black night is getting shorter, the days longer, time is changing its visage.
I see: Trees that grow on houses, a winding road and snow covered mountains. Night settles slowly. Unlike in Israel, the sunset is patient, slow and considered. The weariness reawakens. Night falls like a heavy heart, twilight readies for the darkness with the light of childhood and skies of eternity.
A deer appears in the headlights. Fear and curiosity freeze time into a fraction, the flashing of a white dream. I hum a song by UNKLE, “Rabbit in Your Headlights,” strange and disturbed, like this moment. It is impossible to escape – stores owned by the Joker everywhere.
Morning comes again, the glare strikes everywhere. Out of the white appears a woman in front of me with the eyes of the Arctic Sea, older, pretty, with a pink heart pin in her hair and stories and secrets about Norwegian folklore. I return to the road. Another woman, dressed in black, waits at the stop for a bus which may never pass by.
These are white days, daydreams, with a night that refuses to arrive. This is the children's story written under the influence of the yellow pills.
The project was conducted with the aid of the Norwegian Embassy in Israel.