Jerusalem continued

Slowly, very slowly. The world is starting to come together somehow, I am beginning to feel some sort of solid ground under my feet. That doesn't really mean things make completely sense, though. Being in Jerusalem for the first time, after previously having spent four months in a Palestinian refugee camp and having read dozens of books about the tragedies and the violence going on around here leaves you with the feeling that you're the main character in one of your own bizarre dreams. You somehow recognize the place you're in, but it's all twisted and strange, and what you see doesn't fit what you know.
And you tell yourself I am only dreaming and you expect to wake up and find the world in its usual shape, things finally falling into recognizable places, blurred images sharpened, twisted corners straightened out.
But you don't.

But that's of course exactly what makes travelling so rewarding. Living live dreams. As bizarre as this dream may be, it's still an extremely interesting one. I'll start my interviews tomorrow and I'm very excited! And then again, my friend Gro is here with me the first week (she had a job interview for a Jerusalem-based UN-organization some days ago so she came with me, and that's great!), and we live in the most fantastic guest house ever. The window on the picture is from our bedroom. Underneath: Notes stuffed in the Wailing Wall.