so. felt my bottom itching again. after a few months of silence i speak again with my voice still full of this 'somewhere else' feeling. this was spontaneous. the decision to go to Israel and to have a real piece of what the media feed us with. yet again, the image of rioting terrorists setting bombs in any spare public place, had to be challenged by what i saw throughout those two weeks. a small land painted in so many colours where the culture is vivid by its variety, its constant movement, impatience, uncertainty. i just opened my eyes and tried to grab a handful of its life. the north. vast landscapes of juicy green, mild in its look and feeling. somewhere in the distance looms mt hermon, my temptation but not realized ambition. even the
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