I went to the Israel Museum to see the "Photography now" exhibition. when I came home I tried to remember a photo, I could only remember S. Shirman's and the Photo of Nir Hod and no other.

Later this evening I met the photographer Simcha Shirman and told him I've seen him in the morning in Jerusalem, he said: "You didn't see me, you saw my photo". I said: "That's right this is not a pipe (Foucault)".

The young artists occupy them selves a lot with the new French Philosophy, they let this interfere with their art so it may serve them better to write an article or a book instead. In the "primitive" tribes in Africa they don't let you take a photo because they think you are going to steel their soul, In Simcha Shirman's and Nir Hod's photos you can feel their souls.

It reminds me the exhibition of Weegee that just finished at the I.C.P mid town (43st &6th Ave NY) and the exhibition of Robert Capa (A soldier's photo at the time of his death-The Spanish civil war), these are photos it's impossible to forget because they are full of "soul".