Sinai Diaries #1
Born, raised and living in big cities all my life, I am not yet in tune with the implacable, perfect rhythm of the surrounding nature… I have seen only one sunrise. "One is enough," said a Bedouin, smiling.
Yes, a taste is enough to know… On the other hand, every evening I am in awe of the sunsets, kaleidoscopic splashes of colors emblazing the sky as the sun sinks behind the mountains, dissolving in thesea with a final soft pink kiss.
Bedouin huts are sprinkled over the camp… Typical Bedouin carpets adorn the straw walls and ground... mattresses are lazily thrown on the earth. Signs of past residents are sometimes left: a seashell mandala, bits of candles, blessings written in the languages of the world, mainly Hebrew, colorful drawings of deities on the doors, a stone circle with a spiral in the middle . . . [continue]