{"id":57667,"date":"2017-12-09T18:05:20","date_gmt":"2017-12-09T16:05:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.reunion68.se\/?p=57667"},"modified":"2017-12-03T10:12:10","modified_gmt":"2017-12-03T08:12:10","slug":"28-05-22","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.reunion68.se\/?p=57667","title":{"rendered":"The Year Is 1936. Captures an Israel That&#8217;s No More"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.haaretz.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"center alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/www.reunion68.com\/Biuletyn\/img\/haaretz1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"30%\" \/><\/a><span style=\"text-decoration: underline; color: #000080;\"><strong><a style=\"color: #000080; text-decoration: underline;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.haaretz.com\/israel-news\/culture\/1.822684\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Year Is 1936. A Man Picks Up a Camera, Captures an Israel That&#8217;s No More<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>Daniel Tchetchik and Rudi Weissenstein<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<hr style=\"background: #d0e6fa; width: 710px; height: 15px;\" \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>A deeper look at the works of legendary photographer Rudi Weissenstein from 1936 to 1973 shows what was and no longer exists, and hints of the future.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Rudi Weissenstein\u2019s archive is managed today by The PhotoHouse, a business that reminds you of the old-fashioned beauty of Tel Aviv. His grandson, Ben Peter, tells about his thoughts as he edited these pictures:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080;\"> A 26-year-old man, what does he know? Decides to get up and leave. In fact, he is called. The year is 1936 and he has one camera and many fantasies. Even back when he worked at a newspaper in Vienna he imagined how he would build his photo archive, in Palestine \u2013 a rather strange word.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.haaretz.com\/polopoly_fs\/1.822694.1510653209!\/image\/2737274333.jpg_gen\/derivatives\/fullscreen_1406xAuto\/2737274333.jpg\" width=\"100%\" \/><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><em>Beit Yosef, 1937. Rudi Weissenstein<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.haaretz.com\/polopoly_fs\/1.822695.1510651913!\/image\/2737274333.jpg_gen\/derivatives\/fullscreen_1406xAuto\/2737274333.jpg\" width=\"100%\" \/><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><em>Herzliya, 1940. Rudi Weissenstein<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.haaretz.com\/polopoly_fs\/1.822697.1510653408!\/image\/2737274333.jpg_gen\/derivatives\/fullscreen_1406xAuto\/2737274333.jpg\" width=\"100%\" \/><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><em>Ra&#8217;anana, 1938. Rudi Weissenstein<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Oranges and clementines. Tel Aviv was a city that had just begun and knew nothing about its future. People came from all over the world. They were persecuted, which ignited an inner fire in them \u2013 to build, to live. Everything was new and promising. A very large collection laid in front of you, wrapped in strong senses and smells, confusing and enticing, important but forgotten.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080;\"> The man who saw and collected has passed on. A woman sits and flashes a shrewd smile at me. She is rich in years that have wrinkled and softened her, shrunk her more and more, and now she is facing me. Take it. The touch of her hands is so soft and pleasant. She holds on to me. Her name is Miriam and she is my grandmother. She asks me for herself, to devote myself, to give up everything for her. To continue to walk the path she has built.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080;\"> A 26-year-old man, what does he know? The year is 2003 and he has a hard time deciding. He has no camera and no parents, nor a clear direction or goal. When he worked for that company he fantasized how he would be a successful actor in New York \u2013 the Big Apple.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Tel Aviv does not know anything about its past. People come from all over the world to eat, enjoy and screw. Everything is new and ugly, advanced and improved. Successful. And it lies on my shoulders but its weight does not crush me. It roots itself inside me and gives birth to new things.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080;\"> Now I\u2019m mother and father, I\u2019m the parents.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.haaretz.com\/polopoly_fs\/1.822701.1510652192!\/image\/2737274333.jpg_gen\/derivatives\/fullscreen_1406xAuto\/2737274333.jpg\" width=\"100%\" \/><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><em>Ra&#8217;anana, 1947. Rudi Weissenstein<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">read more: <\/span><a style=\"color: #000080; text-decoration: underline;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.haaretz.com\/israel-news\/culture\/1.822684\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>The Year Is 1936. A Man Picks Up a Camera, Captures an Israel That&#8217;s No More<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<hr style=\"background: #d0e6fa; width: 710px; height: 15px;\" \/>\n<div id=\"content\" class=\" content-alignment&lt;br \/&gt;&lt;br \/&gt; \">\n<div id=\"watch-description\" class=\"yt-uix-button-panel\">\n<div id=\"watch-description-text\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\"> twoje uwagi, linki, wlasne artykuly, lub wiadomosci przeslij do: <span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><a style=\"color: #000080; text-decoration: underline;\" href=\"mailto:webmaster@reunion68.com\">webmaster@reunion68.com<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr style=\"width: 710px;\" \/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Year Is 1936. A Man Picks Up a Camera, Captures an Israel That&#8217;s No More Daniel Tchetchik and Rudi Weissenstein A deeper look at the works of legendary photographer Rudi Weissenstein from 1936 to 1973 shows what was and no longer exists, and hints of the future. 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