Pussycat love and perspective on/in Israel
So yes, Jerusalem felt like it wanted to hate me. But I still fell head-over-heels in love in the city. I suspect he was a male. He had clean teeth, big feet, and… Continue reading
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I fear for Israel; or, Jerusalem wanted to hate me.
“I need a little more time to know for sure how I feel about Jerusalem…” was all I could say after I left there last year. Months went by, and I never came back… Continue reading
Shall I deal you in?
Computer problems escalate, so here’s the post I was going to publish my first night in Myanmar, before the street food pushed it aside. I forgot my anniversary. Over a month ago. But… Continue reading
Leaving Israel, passing through the future, and arriving in Sri Lanka.
It was difficult to leave Israel with a good taste in my mouth. Trains and buses were sleeping due to a holiday, and the hostel told us it was a flat fare… Continue reading
An evening in Tel Aviv, with Elvis, loneliness, protest, and the Beatles.
Tel Aviv is the most unfriendly city of this trip so far, and also where I had the best friendships. Go figure. It’s a place well suited to contradiction, where worshipers of three… Continue reading
Where am I?
Where am I? I asked myself that as I walked through the canyon-like hallways of cyclopean airport that serves this small city. Making a statement? And again as the customary isolation of Turkey… Continue reading
