Journey to the Holy Land / 6 The Holy City is also a place of celebration for everyone, even if at different times. There is only one party truly common to all the inhabitants.
Approaching the time of the sabbath, the waiters at the bar arrange the tables, the shopkeepers close their doors, the young Orthodox students to drag their trolley back home from the university. The tradition first. And the city of para calm before the frenzy of prayer. Muslims, however, have just finished their ritual, their shops had not ever open, enjoy the satisfaction of the festival honored. Only Christians seem engaged in their traditional occupations, as usual, waiting for Sunday. While they should always be on Sunday, according to the teachings of the Master. But seldom is, otherwise the whole world would be a party.
There are places in the world that could not exist without being intersections of chaotic bundling of human, collections of paradoxical and contradictory feelings. Jerusalem is such. Woe to those who sought to make uniform would be cursed for life.
The wall in Bethlehem is somewhat equal to that of the Temple, that of Berlin, the metal barrier between Texas and Mexico. It is equal to Hadrian's Wall and the Great Wall of China. All the walls are the same at the end. Though we strive to highlight the differences. The walls are statues of force. The walls are confessions of impotence. The walls are illusions of identity. Shortly
often speaks of love in Jerusalem. Rather you are looking for words related to the deity, the struggle between good and evil, the rise and asceticism. Yet all is love in the heavenly Jerusalem.
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