A little bit about myself:
At the age of six I was selling silkworms in the neighborhood where I grew up.
I used to pick them from the trees, along with the leaves of the strawberry tree. White worms that weave silk from their buttocks. Incredible.
They grow to a maximal size and immediately carry out the purpose of their lives and weave a cocoon from pure silk and close themselves inside. Programmed. There is no single worm who misses their destiny.
Inside the cocoon they get into some kind of coma, or however our scientists who know everything so much better than they do decided to call it, until they turn into a butterfly.
Fortunately for the silkworms, they do not listen to those who know much better than them, and after they have become a butterfly they immediately approach the purpose and essence of their lives, make a hole in the cocoon and go outside to lay dozens of tiny eggs until they die in their prime.
And what comes out after a few days? Correct.
At first they are really very tiny and you can have fun and put your finger until they climb the cliff. I used to stuff them with leaves from the strawberry tree that i would ask my mother to take me to every Saturday night to pick from the garden of the community center.
And there was also one tree in the garden of caution, which got its name due to the fact that once there were traffic courses over there, which left their mark to this very day in the form of round paths within the garden. But this tree was taller and sometimes it was hard for me to reach the branches. Six years old, you know.
I was selling them for one Dime. a Nickel. Sometimes even a couple for a Dollar, but I was selling. And all the other kids could pick them from the trees as well as I did, but I was selling.
"The boy will be a millionaire by the age of ten," they grownups said and I internalized and harnessed myself to the task. Because if there is brains, let's make money out of it. What else is there in life?
So I excelled in mathematics, and in high school I was pretty good in physics as well. And somewhere along the way I was internalized with the idea that i would be a really good lawyer. But already as a junior advocate, I was changing offices at a peak pace, and didn't understand what was wrong. Everything is great, so what's the problem? And why on earth does the silkworm know from its birth day its purpose in life and we don't?
And now I know. I just know that I must start writing my next book. And it doesn't happen while you sleep. It happens while others sleep. Or work. A story that began as no more than fun and ended in finding destiny in life. And even if it involves endless quarrels with your close environment and especially with yourself, no technical detail in the world justifies submission to less than the best you can, and the failure to realize your greatest dream.
So At the age of thirty-nine I have managed to leave everything i worked for behind, and publish my first book. I use the word 'managed' for a reason. I used to be a lawyer, mediator, even got to be a lecturer at Bar-Ilan University and work for billionaire Yitzhak Tshuva in one of his firms in Berlin. But i knew deep inside that if I don't quit all this 'goodness' - i'll never publish my books. So it took some time and a lot of patience, but three years after published, my first book is becoming a best-seller here in Israel and hopefully the rest will follow its footsteps and then some.
CONTACT ME AT: AVIVGEVA@GMAIL.COM
“The Knight and I” (Novel)
A provocative, thought-provoking true love story between an Israeli guy and a German girl that unfolds against the backgrounds of Mexico and Tel-Aviv.
“The Middle Kingdom” (Rhymed Allegory)
The story of the red monkey kingdom. The work is written entirely in rhymes and is told as a kind of poem that describes in a special and significant way another possibility for the events that took place during former Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin’s assassination.
“Marvelee” (Children’s book)
Sweet, wise and enchanting story in which father tells his little girl about the change in his life after she turned him into a dad.
Reviews:
The Knight And I:
“Mistakenly, I thought that this was a book that easily entered the genre of flight books, but when I read – or rather, got sucked into it – I slowly realized that it was not the case – but the exact opposite.
I do not know if Geva, the author of this important work, is aware of his unique talent, as a writer, or in this case to be precise, as a “story teller” – and to the many tiers that his writing contains.
“The knight and I” contains philosophical and existential elements that ask the reader questions about his condition, surroundings, emotions and feelings.
It is a book that raised questions about solipsism and touched me at extraordinary depths. This is a very stimulating book – feelings, emotions, thoughts – and thus its greatness and uniqueness.”
(Author Doron Braunshtein)
*****
"Honest, touching, melancholic but strangely uplifting, it was a fantastic read. beautiful, unique, strange, and compelling voice."
(Author Edward Evans)
(Author Edward Evans)
