לילות הנגב

Negev Nights

פרק ראשון | Chapter One

The desert was silent except for the camels. Dahlia had escaped Tel Aviv. Running from a broken engagement.

"אני סאלם," said the guide. "I'm Salem."

His eyes were dark, knowing. A Bedouin who spoke Hebrew perfectly.

"אני רוצה ללכת רחוק ככל האפשר." "I want to go as far as possible."

"כמה רחוק?" "How far?"

"עד שאשכח." "Until I forget."

פרק שני | Chapter Two

Three days into the desert. No phone signal. No world.

"למה את בורחת?" "Why are you running?"

"הוא בגד בי. עם חברה שלי." "He cheated on me. With my friend."

"אז הוא טיפש." "Then he's a fool."

"למה?" "Why?"

Salem looked at her. "את לא צריכה מראה כדי לדעת." "You don't need a mirror to know."

פרק שלישי | Chapter Three

The tent at night. The stars of the Negev, impossibly bright.

"אנחנו לא אמורים," she said as he moved closer. "We're not supposed to."

"מי החליט מה אנחנו אמורים?" "Who decided what we're supposed to do?"

"החברה. הכללים." "Society. The rules."

"במדבר אין כללים. יש רק שמיים וחול." "In the desert, there are no rules. Only sky and sand."

פרק רביעי | Chapter Four

On blankets woven by his grandmother, under stars his ancestors navigated by, he showed her what freedom felt like.

"!סאלם... זה... לא הרגשתי ככה אף פעם" "Salem... this... I've never felt this way!"

"המדבר מלמד אותנו מה באמת חשוב." "The desert teaches us what's really important."

"?ומה באמת חשוב" "And what's really important?"

"הרגע הזה. רק הרגע הזה." "This moment. Only this moment."

פרק חמישי | Chapter Five

She returned to Tel Aviv. Changed. Healed.

"?תחזרי" he asked at the bus station. "Will you come back?"

"כשאצטרך לשכוח שוב." "When I need to forget again."

"או כשתרצי לזכור." "Or when you want to remember."

She smiled. "זה אותו דבר, לא?" "That's the same thing, isn't it?"

הסוף | The End

בנגב, הכוכבים שומרים על סודות. כמו חול, הם מכסים הכל ולא שוכחים כלום.

In the Negev, the stars keep secrets. Like sand, they cover everything and forget nothing.