• There and back again

    And then Yael has arrived.
    Sometimes a moment’s significance becomes clear only in retrospect.

  • 6 Stages on my way to freedom

    It took me quite a while to get here. Years, actually. This is how it happened.

  • Axioms (or: This is me breaking free!)

    ‘So what do you wanna do?’, I was suddenly self-pondering again, and then I realized I was limiting the range of possibilities. The answer ‘should’ be a type of job or profession, while the real answer is ‘to travel’, or even ‘to wander’.

  • New Year’s Eve, India, 2014-2015

    Natalia and I went into the doctor’s ‘room’, along with two nurses. Not a moment too soon, I realized I have no idea what I’m going into. Well, apparently this ‘draining’ process is a small surgery, involving a local anesthesia. Who wouldn’t want to go through his first surgery ever… in India?

  • Manegau – Part 1, May 2013

    What’s your name? Mero nam Tom ho. It means ‘innocence’ in Hebrew.
    The gathering is having a dispersed-but-well-mannered discussion. At its conclusion I am named Asale, which means… innocence in Nepali. So… Mero nam Asale ho.

  • Alone in Pokhara, April 2013

    Freedom Cafe’s jamming stage is run by Tomas, a German guy that likes to spend his time standing on stage while he’s really high, and recite meaningless sentences while the band is playing. When I asked him how did he get to this point in his life, he slowly responded ‘It’s all part of my mission… Freedom!’.

  • Spreading wings – March 10th, 2013

    ‘Don’t look back, don’t look back’, I kept telling myself while steadily walking towards the security check counters, leaving my parents and best friends behind. Take a deep breath.

  • And then the Earth trembled

    The sounds of the falling rocks merged with the sounds of the earth moving, and in a short while the air was filled with dust and it wasn’t possible to see the mountain on the other side anymore.

  • Goodbye, India

    Three months and three weeks.
    My second time in India has been fascinating, diverse, funny, tasty, painful, hot, freezing, exhausting, calming, surprising, annoying and amazing.
    Here are some moments that won’t be forgotten:

  • Farewells, blocked rickshaws, air rifles, Bollywood and our calling

    ‘And what’s your calling?’, I ask her, and she answers right away without hesitation

What springs into mind when you think about Siberia? snow? Gulag? wasteland?
Scratch that. Siberia in the summer is a completely different experience.

I was in Varanasi, or Delhi, or Jaisalmer.
“I can’t believe they’re playing Yehudit Ravitz!”, was the first thought that occured to me when the song had started playing.
And then my mind emerged out of the book I was reading, and I remembered I’m not in India, but rather in a crowded coffee place somewhere in the midst of the Dead Sea hotels area.

“So how’s being back home? What are you up to?”
Anyone who’s ever embarked on a long journey can testify – You return somewhat different.

And then Yael has arrived.
Sometimes a moment’s significance becomes clear only in retrospect.

The more I travel here, the more I feel confident about it. India is so different from Israel, but it’s a difference that has already become somewhat familiar. Walking in a market as the only foreigner, stare back, and order chai at a street stall – it’s already a daily routine.

My feet hesitantly taste the chilled sand. The beach is completely deserted at this time of day. It’s just me, the sand, the waves and the stars.

Mandrines are squeezed, horns are blown, chapattis are frying, betel nuts are chewed, fabrics are sold, chai is cooked, money is switching hands, prices are shouted and legs are marching determinedly.

‘No seats’, said the conductor. Since we could obviously see dozens of people standing in the crowded bus aisle, his declaration was a bit redundant.

I don’t require grand attractions in order to fall in love with a place

You don’t just travel in India. You breath it in.