The kibbutz

I can't think straight, i thought that i would be able to do it before this journey, but not.
Thus i am a sort of sponge: i take and scan everything and everyone on my path and, once back in Paris, i will put everything on the table.

The only thing that i felt is that i belong to a very huge family.
The clichés that i heard before: they are racists and rude. Not worse than what i have met before in USA and in France.

I spent 4 days in the kibbutz, visiting another one too, very close to Gaza, to have a picnic amongst wild red anemones.
Peace and love and lot of laugh with my friends from my childhood.

Today, i lived an amazing experience when i was visiting the cave of the prophet Eliyahu.
That will be for a next post, let me digest all these things.
Tomorrow, i am going to Tsfat to touch stones full of history and spirituality…

On my way to the central bus station of Yerushalayim,
that man was walking and davening with his tefilin,
January 2015, ©emmarubinstein

Swimming-pool of the kibbutz, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein

House of my friends at the kibbutz, outside, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein

Shelves of books in their house, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein 

Very old wooden house, old canteen of the kibbutz, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein

Wall against bullets, in the background: Qalquiya, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein

Still life graffiti on the sand, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein

Shelters in the kibbutz near Gaza, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein 

Old house in the kibbutz of my friends, February 2015, ©emmarubinstein 

Cute African menorah, February 2015, ©emmarubinstein

Red wild anemones, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein

Nava, the camel of the zoo of the kibbutz, February 2015, ©emmarubinstein 

Wild cyclamen, January 2015, ©emmarubinstein