My neighbourhood is on fire

My neighbourhood is on fire. What sticks in my mind? Waking up to the news that a huge building in my area is on fire? Realising that people have died and many more will be traumatised for life by their near escape? Realising that this building is right next to my old primary school and…

Holy Land?

“Please leave the flowers here for others to enjoy”, read the pretty ceramic notice in the garden where Jesus may (or may not) have been buried. Although somewhat sad that this sign was necessary, it was unsurprising. So many people here seem to want a piece of Jesus and for some nicking these flowers is…

A washed-out utopia

Rain in Jerusalem is properly wet. It’s that alive kind of rain which bounces off the pavements, causes water to cascade down the streets, and feels more like someone is emptying a bucket rather than gently watering the world. It’s the kind of rain that totally justifies sheltering for a while in the peaceful dryness…

Towards Jerusalem

Throwing Objects Out Of The Car Is Prohibited so, although the sign had put the idea in my head and induced an overwhelming desire to do just that, I instead had to kick back, stare out of the window and cocoon myself in the reassuring familiarity of an Agatha Christie audio book. Once the shared…

Home

And so I am home. Having never thought I’d be the sort of person who’d end up living round the corner from my parents, that is indeed what I have become, (not that I really knew what ‘that sort of person’ actually was or why the prospect of becoming one was so objectionable). And yet…