We continue through the market looking for markers, all right I confess I stop at every stall; I want to buy something for the kids and well, I don’t want a “I <heart> Jerusalem” tee-shirt. Fifth station located. Now it’s time to know what’s it all about. Apparently someone called Simon carried or helped Jesus to [...]
Archive for December, 2011
The Path of Grief – Via Crucis
Posted in Travels with my trainers., tagged Walk of the Cross on December 31, 2011 | 1 Comment »
The Path of Grief – Via Dolorosa
Posted in Travels with my trainers., tagged Streets of Jerusalem on December 30, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
We decided next to follow Jesus Christ’s walk carrying his cross. It was my mates’ decision, as I cannot imagine how any dissident rabbi condemned to be crucified by the Romans could walk, crossed or not, through streets that were built during the Middle Ages. Apparently each spot is marked: so it should be easy [...]
King’s David Tomb
Posted in Music, Travels with my trainers., tagged Deep Purple in a yeshiva on December 18, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
We continue our tour to see the Tomb of David. It’s almost empty now, illuminated by candles here and there. I explore every recess; I don’t want to cross the road and visit the Shoah Museum at the other side of the street. That’s where my mates are now. I was dragged once into that [...]
Jerusalem stamps
Posted in Comfortably insane., Travels with my trainers., tagged Open your eyes and see on December 15, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I climbed the stairs that lead from the Wall to the City of David, way up the hill. On the second landing there’s now a sentry box where a very young, and apparently very bored, Israeli soldier, stood guard. I sat on the wall next to the sentry box, under the shadow of a tree, [...]
The Western Wall, the Wailing wall
Posted in Travels with my trainers., tagged full niqab on December 15, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I woke up the next day thinking hard about what I should wear to get out safely from the East Side. I took a look out of the window, and though I can see the Garden of Gethsemane quite near, all the women who are walking the streets wear the full niqaab. And my carry [...]
