Mine Herr Hermon

We sit in Jerusalem. The beginning of March, rain outside the window, the wind blows off the bold passers-by. My interlocutor says: “I’m tired of everything, I’ll go skiing tomorrow.” “Where to?” – I ask. “Yes here, on Hermon, a couple of hours by car.”

Really close. Like everyone in Israel. Because there is not enough space, and it is necessary that there is enough for everything. In this country, as in the eyepiece of a microscope, everything that is needed for life fits. There is a desert. Forests, although few, are. Excavations, antiquities, three seas. Even four, counting the Sea of ​​Galilee. And there is a ski resort – next to this lake-sea. Continue reading →