Wearing Penisin Underwear

If angels ...

remains for a single day, the snow chaos , the plane lifts off from Cologne without problems towards Tel Aviv and in Israel there right empresses weather.

Petra I and in cigarette, coffee and plenty of sun
in the garden of the Austrian Hospice

Since yesterday I am - along with colleague, a photographer for that special trip (of which more later) and now also girlfriend Petra again in Israel, home of my soul. Petra is the first time in the Holy Land, what gives me the opportunity, after my many trips here in Israel again another, so to speak (without which I mean this disrespectfully) from beginners - virgin eyes . to see
landed on Thursday morning at 11 clock in Tel Aviv, Neta picked us up at the airport and were immediately the stress of recent months forgotten - almost as if he had never happened. Get out of the airport and the first (pant) Cigarette with his face in the sun . What a benefit for the weeks in the snow, cold and Siberian conditions.
It appears that the political situation in the country is relatively relaxed to be: no security checks, few military or other armed bipeds move. Even in Cologne was the lady at the Chick-set festively in desk, she let us actually around 5 kilos excess baggage without expensive pay. From my 22 pounds I had at least 15 pounds Ritter Sport chocolate Christmas Edition here. Well, well, somewhat exaggerated, there were only 14 pounds.

The first night we spent in Kochav Yair, again in the great apartment, in the I had already spent the past year in four weeks. Yesterday, then packed the most necessary, short breakfast and then to Kfar Saba - then took the bus to Jerusalem. Strange as this city me every time immediately captivates - and still is: after 23 years of regular visits .

the afternoon, first a little local orientation for Petra: along the Via Dolorosa to the Western Wall - there has just been ushered in the Shabbat. The sun cast its shadow through the trees on the steep wall, while pigeons nesting at the foot of people their actions, or glad tidings on the direct route to heaven sent. All over the cracks, the small piece of paper (or Knittelchen Kwitlach Hebrew) that the praying leave with wishes and hopes. Many a creditor receives but also literally the neck is not fully complete, and writes novels.
Back to the Hospice of the Jewish quarter and in my favorite Arabic Cafe on the Via Dolorosa to the conclusion pizza and mint tea. By 21 clock dead tired in bed this morning at 6 clock first cigarette at dawn on the roof - overlooking the Rock and Mount of Olives. Everything bathed in warm light. Bells of various churches in the mixture with the calls of the muezzin. One wonders who it claims on the world the different religions could not live together?