Mea Shearim
M ess
E lectronics A rbitrary |
S kirts& dresses
H ats& Wigs E xtraordinary A ttention R ules I nside M others |
Yad Vashem
Is giving names back all enough?
It’s nothing compared to what the past did t you all. You looked me in my eyes. |
You have a name and a brutal number.
You are dead, but your eyes will always remember to not forget. |
Expectations & Reality & Impressions
Cats & Palms.
Birds & Children. Bats & Cocks. Basketballs & Laughter. It’s a college, it’s a home. Here are strangers, here are friends. |
Here is happiness and also missing.
Here is teaching, here is playing. Here is learning, here is singing. So many noises, so many pictures. I will remember all these new but also familiar things, like you now, I feel like home but in another in a completely new way. |
Baywatch Language
Seeing the Dead Sea was like seeing Nordic Sea. It just went from usual to amazing, when you went in and immediately tried – and succeeded – to float. Chilling and floating around, waiting for someone who could hand me a newspaper over, the Baywatch just started to say something. It was Hebrew and we waited. But then there was the same thing like before: Hebrew. I looked around, immediately thinking sharks are around the beach. But – just at the same time – I reminded
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myself that there are not even fish at the Dead Sea. No angry shark around. I looked at the beach. Nobody moved out. Maybe they blamed the people who tried to get some salt out. I will never know because even if I learn Hebrew, I don't remember what they said. To say clearly: not understanding a language at a very short moment can be maybe a loss of very important information or not getting a life-changing moment or just nothing. But nevertheless: I will never know.
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So Much Museum - Memory
Rome and Greek are not the same and they don't directly belong to Egypt.
It’s all mixed up, together and apart at the same time. Wandering around and be like „Wow, that’s also here“ every time you discover something or – more often – just take the |
wrong way out and got deeper in. So many things from Rome, Greek, Sparta, Byzantinium, Latinamerica, Japan and more. So much ancient things next to modern art. So confusing, so inspiring, so familiar, so new, so usual, so religious, so much, so different.
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My Mind Is Full
Even if I try to explain, I cannot.
Cannot explain it all completely. My mind is just full. Full of all the different smells of all the spices, the incense, the meat and whatever all the shirts, bags, plates, magnets, skirts, scarfs, shoes, gummy bears (and/,) coffee smell like. My nose surrendered. Also, my mind is full, because of all what I felt and still feel. The crowd pushing through the narrow alleys, forcing me in only one way, not just direction. All the warmth of the other bodies, the sun, my own curiosity, tension. Even when I shut my eye, I can see all the buildings that now have changed their magic for me. I was there, gave my wish to the Western Wall and touched it. I did it with so many feelings at the same time. I was in the Holy Sepulchre, saw churches in the church. I saw how many people were there, so many people of so many different cultures who together believe, pray, care. I saw the bomb garbage bin and so a man came into my mind. I heard so many voices, languages, people. So many intentions I can and just can't imagine behind it. So many prayers, sellers, tourists, there are living people. |
Even birds flying around, a canary bird sitting in his cage singing, so much different music that's all still in my mind. So now you heard me. So you know now: I just cannot explain it
My mind is full. |