“Tell me a story,” the bearded man sitting on my living-room sofa commands. The situation, I must say, is anything but pleasant. I’m someone who writesstories, not someone who tells them. And even that isn’t something I do on demand. The last time anyone asked me to tell him a story, it was my son. That was a year ago. I told him something about a fairy and a ferret—I don’t even remember what exactly—and within two minutes he was fast asleep. But the situation is fundamentally different. Because my son doesn’t have a beard, or a pistol. Because my son asked for the story nicely, and this man is simply trying to rob me of it.
Due to police violence against protesters for social justice, and other violent acts in the past week, we decided to cancel our participation in the White Night events, scheduled to be held on Thursday June 28 with the sponsorship of Tel Aviv Municipality. Tel Aviv is a beloved and important city for all of us, but in our opinion it has no reason to celebrate at the moment.
Etgar Keret, Alex Epstein, Orly Castel-Bloom, Dov Alfon and Yaheli Sobol on boycotting the White Nights festival in Israel