Adele Raemer
Life on the Border with the Gaza Strip

Fighting for the Smile

Sometimes we get to pick our own battles. Other times we don’t get that luxury. And yet we still get to choose how we’re going to fight. One of my weapons for this current battle is staying at home as much as possible to distance myself from my friends, my family and my tight-knit community. The hardest part is probably not hugging my grandchildren. I am quite happy working from home, and also spending quality time learning Photoshop (something I have been meaning to do for a few years now). At the request of one of my daughters, I have begun doing “English with Mema”, ZOOM lessons for my grandkids and I try to keep up a routine of yoga and taking walks in the fresh air of the kibbutz, which is still an option.

But another weapon I have chosen for my battle against Corona is to fight it with a smile. As a trained medical clown I can usually go into hospital rooms armed with my red nose, awesome magic tricks and a bunch of balloons. However, the hospitals have closed their doors to us since the start of this war, rendering us feeling that even though we still have much to give, we have had our hands (and noses) put in a bind. Thankfully, I discovered a means to scratch that itch.

Medical clowns David Ben Porat and Meitav Zohar (a student training in special education) have set up a venture for volunteer clowns: “Medical Clowns Fight for the Smile.” 100 medical clowns from all over the country have been participating in this initiative. Through Whatsapp groups, calls are sent out as they come in: “A 13 year old special needs child needs a laugh! She loves unicorns and dancing. Who’s free to call her?” or “Yossi from Modiin is celebrating his 70th birthday alone, who can make a clip to send him?” and so on. On the average, the volunteers churn out 300 video and zoom calls a day. The range of “clients” include the elderly on their own at home or in nursing homes, children and adults with special needs and disabilities, children and adults suffering from anxiety, forced to remain in solitary confinement, Corona patients, boarding school children, children in welfare programs, kids whose birthday parties have been canceled and others. All done for free, of course, because everyone knows, when you help someone in need, you get back what you give tenfold. It’s called Karma 🙂

My grandchildren’s playroom, happily located in my home and which is no longer in use for the duration, has become my clown dressing room with all of the paraphernalia ready to roll when I get a call. Since I am still working and actually pretty occupied most of the time, my favorite missions involve making clips rather than live ZOOMs or Whatsapp video calls. This allows me to record them at my convenience sometime during the day, getting clowned up only once, and sending them back to David or Meitav, who send them to those for whom they are intended. But with 100 of us “on call”, our leaders always manage to find a clown ready to meet the request.

Most people’s noses are covered these days – with the masks we need to wear to protect ourselves and others. Our clown noses, however, are a commodity we wear with pride.

If you live in Israel, and are in need of a smile for your soul, (or know someone else in need), find us on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/clownsmileforu/

About the Author
The writer (aka "Zioness on the Border" on social media) is a mother and a grandmother who since 1975 has been living and raising her family on Kibbutz Nirim along the usually paradisiacal, sometimes hellishly volatile border with the Gaza Strip. She founded and moderates a 14K-strong Facebook group named "Life on the Border with Gaza". The writer blogs about the dreams and dramas that are part of border kibbutznik life. Until recently, she could often be found photographing her beloved region, which is exactly what she had planned to do at sunrise, October 7th. Fortunately, she did not go out that morning. As a result, she survived the murderous terror infiltrations of that tragic day, hunkering down in her safe room with her 33-year-old son for 11 terrifying hours. So many of her friends and neighbors, though, were not so lucky. More than she can even count. Adele was an educator for 38 years in her regional school, and has been one of the go-to voices of the Western Negev when escalations on the southern border have journalists looking for people on the ground. On October 7, her 95% Heaven transformed into 100% Hell. Since then she has given a multitude of interviews, going abroad on seven missions in support of Israel and as an advocate for her people. In addition to fighting the current wave of lies and blood libels about the Jewish state, she is raising money to help restore their Paradise so that members of her kibbutz can return to their homes on the border, where they can begin to heal. If you wish to learn more about how you can help her and her community return home, please feel free to drop her a line.
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