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Who Wants to Bike to Gaza City?

I remember hearing the siren and my dad taking me down the big concrete stairs to a crawl space under our house and into a nest of sandbags. I was nine years old.

This was the opening salvo of the 1967 war between Israel and her neighbors. I remember a mixture of excitement and fear. Even today there is something about the sound of a siren that triggers a slight panic. We won that war, but it turns out you can’t win wars with bombs, you can only survive them. As I write this, a new generation of kids on both sides of the border is learning to deal with the sound of the sirens. And on it goes.

Yesterday, I spoke to my friend David in Jerusalem, founder of Tmol Shilshom Café. David told me that his kids wondered where all the spectators in the World Cup matches go when the sirens go off. His kids simply think that the sirens are just part of everyday life for everyone. It looks like we passed the sirens to this new generation of Israelis. We did not break the cycle of violence one iota. I felt angry at myself.

When I was 25, I traveled to Egypt to understand who triggered those sirens long ago. We were at peace with Egypt, so armed with an Israeli passport and a backpack I set out to quell the demons of my youth. I traveled across Egypt to the most remote regions near the Libyan border and I lived in oasis communities with names like Farafra. I was out there, places where an Israeli passport brought a mixture of reactions. Mostly smiles. I even made friends with a woman whose father commanded troops against us in the ‘67 war – the one that caused the sirens. She gave me a wooden box that for me symbolized hope. It taught me that wars are between government and armies, but people by nature just want to have tea with their family at the end of the day in peace.

Many more knowledgeable than I have written about the current conflict; the bombing; the tunnels; Iron Dome; the mounting death toll; who is winning the war above ground, underground, and on social media; and the sirens. There is nothing I can add to that discussion. But I do have a crazy dream.

In my dream, the people of Gaza awake from their Hamas nightmare and welcome the help of the civilized world. They put leadership in place that is interested in building homes, schools, hospitals, and a viable economy — instead of attack tunnels. But I get ahead of myself.

A couple of years ago, I and over 100 other riders from different countries including Jordan rode our bikes from Jerusalem to Eilat with the Hazon Israel Ride to raise money for peace. We skirted Gaza on the way south. We were actually only 10 miles from Gaza City but, in reality, it might as well have been the moon.

So here’s the idea. Actually it’s just a dream. Calling it an idea would be an invite for a straightjacket. I want to be on the first Hazon ride that bicycles from Jerusalem into Gaza City to help build a new Gaza school that embraces co-existence, not hate. This kind of school can serve as a model for Israel too. And the support would come from a few hundred riders that would include Israeli-Arabs, Egyptians, Palestinians, Americans, Europeans, and Israelis. And anyone else who shares the vision of peace.

The organization, the marketing, the alumni, the money, the bikes, and logistics are all there. We just need 10 more miles of road, a bunch of permits, and a shitload of trust.

OMG, how many generations will it take to rebuild enough trust to ride those last 10 miles?

In my dream, when I get to Gaza City, I unroll my yoga mat in the courtyard of the new school and start leading a crowd of local kids in sun salutations and, at the end of the practice, the sound of the sirens is forever replaced with one fucking loud Om mantra that can be heard all the way to Israel.

Maybe David’s kids will be able ride to Gaza City one day. If they do, David and I will be waiting for them in a new Tmol Shilsom café – Gaza style!

  • Mark Jacoby

    I”m In!!!.

  • Emet

    May we all live to see this dream come true.

  • Ronen Yaari

    One corporate sponsor is already on board — let’s keep dreaming!

  • Mark Scerbo

    I like to look at things from many angles. Would it be ok for your Palestinian partners in this dream to call for Israelis to awaken from their Likud nightmare and put in leadership that is interested in perhaps the stopping of building of homes? Civilized leadership along the lines of Rabin, as opposed to the demon sitting as the current figurehead?

    • Ronen Yaari

      Mark you are right, the settlements need to stop and the Israeli leadership must evolve into new paradigms as well. My point here is that the change must come from the people on both sides, but in my humble opinion, as biased as it is, there is no moral equivalency between the Israeli government and Hamas. One is a government with all the its flaws the other is a terrorist group.

  • Liat Horlick

    What a beautiful dream my dear cousin!
    Hoping you wake up to find out that it’s a reality, very, soon….♡ Liat

    • Ronen Yaari


About Ronen Yaari

I’m no guru and I don’t have hundreds of hours of certifications. All I can claim is that I did not squander the time that I was given so far. I took care of my body from an early age and realized that a fit body was going to be the vehicle of choice to propel me around the planet to find what I was supposed to find. I ran marathons, biked continents, climbed glaciers, walked across states, sailed oceans, explored reefs and floated myself over yoga mats. If the sun is down I’m a sleep and if it’s up I’m outside. My biggest accomplishment by far is creating a family that enjoys each other and puts up with me.