Thomas Mann saw her act; Fernando Arrabal wrote a play for her; she founded the children’s theater in Tel Aviv that bears her name; she was an Israel and an Emet Prize laureate; she held keys to the cities of Tel Aviv and Cologne (and more); she had a fistful of honorary doctorates. But above all, she was an actress.
An actress who always took a rose to the theater because she wanted it “to be pretty.”
Was. Was. What an awful verb to use in describing Orna Porat. She, the woman of an “eternal is,” is no more. She died Thursday morning, age 91.