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Hello Friends! ~~~ Neil, Miko, B-Girl, Keith, Ray, Mirek, Keren

Please Forgive The Impersonal Format of This Letter, But I Want To Reach All my Friends. I Have An Idea. In The Months You + I Have been Writing We Have Exchange Ideas, Poems, Photos, Stories. Here’s My idea: Using My post Box As Base, You All Send Me Stuff – Like Those Things I Mentioned Above, Stuff on @, Squatting, Travel, Zen, whatever. I Will Then Photocopy It All, Staple it Together, + Send you All A Sort of “Newsletter”. You Can Feel Free To make More Copies + Send it To your other Pals. What Do You Thing? It Can Be Like A Collective `Zine; One That We All put Together. We’ll be A Network – Like When You Send Something, Put Yr Name + Address On it + before you Know it. You’ll Have Even More friends!

Please Tell Me What You Feel. Also if Anyone has An idea For A Name For This Thing, Please Send Yr Suggestions! I’ll Put out Another Letter like This + We Can Decide Together.

Thanx All,



Did it work out? Did I take part?



Hi Keren,

Thanx for the letter – and Happy Birthday! Thanx for the tattoo sticker – that is great. Christmas was good – my first with my boyfriend Kenny. We had a Christmas party (for his kids, mostly), where Ken’s nephew dressed up like Santa + we had gifts + food (+BEER!) – I got a great camera from Ken, some money (suprise!) from my mom + dad.  New Year’s Eve Ken + I went for dinner + had a nice, quiet night. No big parties, but alot of fun.

It’s funny you like The Germs because I do too + I just go the GI tape. Also I’ve been a Circle Jerks fan forever – like when I was 11 years old + nobody else had even heard of ’em!

My care is giving me lots of troubles + I’m getting tempted to leave it on the side of the road somewhere! I hope you get to go to a kibbutz when school is done. That would be really excellent, I think.

Oh I got a job last week – a new restaurant just opened 5 miles from where I live + so I start there later this month. I’ll be a cook.

I’ve pretty much moved all my stuff out of Kenny’s house, as his Not-Yet Ex Wife (who left him for a WOMAN a year + 1/2 ago) is giving us BIG troubles.  I stay here mostly, but when his kids are here (Wednesdays + every other weekend), I leave. (Long story.) ~ It sucks, because I feel a bit homeless, but it’s OK because now I feel a little less MARRIED. It’s such a long, disgusting story. I love Ken but the situation with this woman is hideous. At least now I’ve got a job so as to keep my mind off it all.

Ok well it’s late now + I’ve got to go.

Write again soon!




Wouldn’t I want to live in a place where an 11 y/o can be familiar with Circle Jerks?

I usually pick the letters randomly from the bags. When it comes to long-terms correspondents I try to transcribe chronologically, but in both case I seldom read the letter before typing. The divorce story is a weird coincidence. As I was typing I got a phone call from my father. Tomorrow the 4 of us: My husband, my brother, his girlfriend and me are meeting The Girlfriend, with whom he’s been sharing his life for I dunno how long – depends whether you ask him my mother.

So yeah, January 1995:  Shitty 17th birthday. The guy I was in love with didn’t call me and I wanted to die. A few days earlier, in the army office, a reunion with old classmates who shared a birthday week but didn’t share my lack of enthusiasm. Skipped the medical examination and messed up the exams, what ended up getting me out.

The Kibbutz thing: a thought that crossed my mind on the 12th grade. I considered the option of an individual service in a kibbutz, working in a daycare or in the fields, but then realized that I’d have to go through boot camp, shoot and wear uniform and pretty much be a part of the establishment anyway, so I gave up on this.

(found in the same envelope as the letter in the previous post)

Hi Keren! ~

I’ve been pretty busy lately, which is why I’m just getting to returning a letter to you. Recently I’ve been looking for a job. I seems I’m busier when I’m not working, than when I am. My other job was so bad – I was working in a bug mall – lots of kids pretending to be skinheads – God, I live in such a backwoods shithole. Anyway my boss was totally taking advantage of me + one day it just got to me + I left. Just walked right off the job. Not the most mature, well-thought-out course of action, but… FUCK IT so now I drive round trying to find work. I hate Korporate Amerikkka… !

Your trip to Poland sounds great, in terms of the punk shop + all. However the tour of Maydannek – well, something you’ll never forget, eh? MOVING.

Two weeks ago I saw Nine Inch Nails in New York City (about 70 miles south east of me.) Excellent! Then the next night my brother + I went to a show of local bands. I was dead that weekend – zero sleep!

(P.S. my brother saw the photo of you + said OH MAN! WHO IS THAT!? He’s 18 in January.) Hey, you ought to write him: Ed S., same address as me. (The 2 of us have a post office box together.) My bro thinks you are beautiful. So no you are not ugly!

My boyfriend, Kenny, wants to marry me. Oh God. Christmas is in 4 days + I hope there is no engagement ring under the Christmas tree.

Take care, write soon, stay punk,



Oh, the school trip to Poland. When I turned 16 my grandfather asked me what I want more: a new bass guitar or to join the school trip to Poland. Since I knew I could get a hold on a 2nd hand bass for cheap I chose the latter. Many middle-class, Jewish Israeli high school students go on a 1-week trip to Poland on the 11th or 12th grade. They visit sites of concentration camps, ignore any WWII issue that are not Jewish-centered, wave the flag, learn that the Poles hate “us” and return home all motivated to defend the Holy Land and prevent a second holocaust.

I jumped at the opportunity to travel abroad, have a week away from school and the parents and, most important of all, buy punk cassettes. My friend and comrade Moshe hooked me up with a girl, the teenage daughter of his grandparents’ friends who lived in Warsaw. She met me at the hotel in our free evening in Warsaw, when my group-mates went to the nearby market, under the supervision of the shin bet security guy. We skipped, took the tram to the wrong side of the Vistula River, to a shop in a grim communist-era housing project. This was the coolest and the largest concentration of punk I’ve seen up to that day. Old issues of Profane Existence, cassette releases of local and international punk and metal bands, lots and lots and lots of merch – patches, badges, shirts (bought 6! 2 t and one hooded anti-nazi shirts, an Oi Polloi shirt and 2-sided Discharge and MDC t-shirts; 2 years later Al Schvitz of MDC stopped me in Chinatown in San Francisco when he spotted that shirt! then I gave it to my ex boyfriend) and even Dead Kennedys thongs that I forgot buying out of excitement.

I hated the way I looked. Too big, to awkward, eyebrows too thick and hair too curly. But a girl from my group, then a settler, now a famous artist, took a good picture of me sitting on a grave in Warsaw’s Jewish cemetery. I duplicated that photo and sent it whenever anyone asked for my pic. 16 years later, I like my look but it’s still nice to read. Don’t think I wrote the brother, though. What for?

Hi Keren,

Wow, you wrote back! Cool! Hey, I have a brother exactly your age; his name is Ed. Actually no he’s 17. Jesus I’m so sorry to hear that military service is mandatory for you! That sucks bad. I joined the Army when I was 20 but went AWOL often 7 or 8 weeks. I fucking hate the military. Ah well. Minor Threat, Subhumans are my favourites also. I really like Bad Religion as well.

I live 70 miles Northwest of New York City. I live out in the woods, which sucks at time, but is excellent, too, because I love to be outdoors. I have not lived here all my life; I’ve been travelling round the States. At this point I’ve got a boyfriend, Kenny, who wants me to marry him, oooh boy, I’m scared! We’ll see. Anyway, I’ve put travelling aside for awhile to be with him. He’s very easy-going; you know, he doesn’t easily anger with my wierdnes. (Sometimes I can be very insecure… it’s a low self-esteem problem.) I play drums, I don’t know if I mentioned that; I’m sort of looking for a band to jam with. Problem is, up where I live, the “scene” is like a bunch of bandwagon-esque types, who din’t know a f—-ing thing about the D.I.Y @ ethics, etc. That’s one thing I miss about travelling; in Minneapolis, NYC, Seattle –> there’s a real @ movement, like, and up here in the woods it’s a bunch of KKK-ers (THE REAL SHIT) and fake skinheads. It can suck. My bro. and I would like to start a `zine, etc. Let me know how your collective comes along; of course I’ll want to be involved on this end if I could. Well well I suppose I’ll go now; write back, if you don’t find me too ugly or boring, and we’ll keep in touch? Allright?

Peace, Love, Anarchy,


P.S. I could salvage only 2 of your stamps. The others got mangled. SORRY!


So I had been doing the mail-fraud thingy for longer than I can recall. Not anymore though.

I’d be surprised to find letters from other people who served in the army. There were European guys who did civil service, but women? I wish I had asked Ckristine more about her experience in the army, but back then, fall 1994, a month after my appointment at the recruit base, I probably thought that even writing back to someone who served in the army is somewhat reactionary, so I’d better ignore it.

Dear Keren~

Hello! I got your name off a chain-letter that my pen friend Keith sent me. Thought I’d drop you a note & introduce myself: I’m 24, I’m a writer, a drummer, I’m seriously into mountain-biking, running, + soccer. I spent 1988-’93 travelling all over the States; (I was AWOL from the Army  for a while in 1990-91.) I’m an anarchist + I don’t much like cops.

I live in the “backwoods” of New York – the KKK is big here, + some Hitler-types. Unfortunately for me, I’ve got blonde hair + blue eyes and I have had people approach me, wanting me to be a skinhead, etc. etc. I guess I do look the part, what with my cloths (jeans, boots, flight jacket sometimes)but oh well. If anything, I’d hook up with the SHARPS (SkinHeads Against Racial Prejudice) Yeah, it isn’t easy living in the red neck lands.

I’ve been athlete all my life + I guess one could call my hair “short”, so the brainless wonders oftentimes think I’m a lesbian. Not that that’s a BAD thing – what’s bad is the assumption that someone is “Gay” or whatever; based upon appearance alone.

Well I’ve rambled on long enough. I hope you’ll write me back, maybe send a photo (I haven’t got one right now to give you).

Peace, love, anarchy,



That’s the first chapter of a correspondence that lasted about 2 years. Not as hardcore/ music based as most of them.