Coastal escapism.

I needed out. Out of walls, weapons, checkpoints and people convinced of being on first-name-terms with God. I needed a Continue reading →

Behind the wall.

It takes a while for me to get the hang of Checkpoint 300. Eventually a corridor in nude concrete and Continue reading →

A voyage into Israel’s psyche: Masada.

From The Wars of the Jews or History of the Destruction of Jerusalem, by Flavius Josephus. There sprang up another sort Continue reading →