The New Jerusalem: Once I believed in the future. Now I believe in Tel Aviv
Next year in Jerusalem, maybe. Now, though, it is Tel Aviv and Jaffa that call to the young.
I remember Jerusalem. I remember being young and new to that place, in the time between the wars. Between the war that had turned dread into dreaming, and the war no one knew was coming, the war that would break out on Yom Kippur, the war that turned a fleeting taste of paradise into a permanent taste of ashes.