I’ve visited Israel 🇮🇱 twice,
exploring three cities: Haifa, Tel Aviv, and Jerusalem.
I stood gazing at the West Bank of the Jordan River;
floated effortlessly in the Dead Sea, indulged in a mud massage, and bought local spa skincare products;
I took countless photos of stray black cats on cobblestone streets;
was asked for a photo fee by an Arab merchant riding a camel;
and took pictures with beautiful and gracious Israeli female soldiers;
I noticed the alluring "little cards" scattered on city streets;
enjoyed rap performances in local bars;
and witnessed devout worshippers reciting prayers against the walls;
by day, I wandered through various churches, queuing to see the tomb where Jesus was buried;
by night, I watched the stars in the old city of Jerusalem…
Why do such beautiful experiences exist only in memories?