after a lazy summer, yay, back in the middle est.
actually in the same hostel i stayed in years ago in the old city of jerusalem.
the owner remembered me , and so did i. his sons have grown up and i got a daughter. life, ha.
still the same kakophony of life and churchbells to wake one up.
they ring endlessly, as if to say: listen to us: we’ve been here, we’ll stay here.
working again on the ‘christian exodus’ project, with bethlehem and gaza on the schedule.
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