It was the year 2013, October, when a teacher at the school where I used to work told me that they were planning a trip to Jerusalem, for a week. The 2013 was a very challenging and life changing year for me, taking during its course many of the decisions that have deeply marked the second part of my existence. The preparation for this journey was probably one of them. I did enjoy visiting Israel and Palestine, at the end I was there a week during the half-term of February 2014, with a group of 12 other people, all catholic. I was the only one who visited the Dome of the Rock
The picture below is me. At the back, the Dome of the Rock where inside there is the bedrock that supported the Jewish Temple destroyed by the Romans in 70 ad, below me, under my feet, the Holy of Holies, the cave where Jews pray just like on the Western Wall. Around me the area where Jesus must have walked in and out of the Temple since his childhood, when visiting Jerusalem for Passover and such. Above me....just peaceful blue sky
Jerusalem ;needless to say,it is a city full of History. I read the book "Jerusalem: The Biography" by Simon Sebag Montefiore (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerusalem:_The_Biography), a superb reading that without any doubt allow me to enjoy the city visit more and appreciate what I was seeing. Having said that, I did not like Jerusalem, not the historic center that I saw. All the houses, all the roads, all the ceilings were made of stone, wood was nowhere to be found. I saw people of all different sort of religions without love from one another, all the streets that I saw had been splashed with innocent blood in the past. Yes, Jerusalem is not a glorious city, it is the city that Jesus chose to die
Bethlehem ;we spent one day in visiting the city. Early morning we left the Hotel in Jerusalem and packed a mini-bus full of other local people that were going to Palestine too, for work I suppose. Entering Palestine was no problem at all, the drive was smooth and on the check point between the countries we just passed right through. We spent the day in Bethlehem, in the Church of the Nativity and its surroundings. The entrance to the Church is very narrow, and you have to literally bend yourself over to enter. They did that on purpose, to prevent horses from coming into the Church and in a way preserving it to our days and prevent spoil when in times of war and/or invasion.
I saw the Israeli West Bank Barrier, disgraceful construction really. The concrete as symbol of the selfish human beings. Funny to think that towards God there are crying on a wall, while towards their country men the build a divisive wall. On our way back to Jerusalem, our mini-bus was stopped by Israeli Police and two younger girls, in their early twenties, came inside our mini-bus. They were pretty hot, and their uniform was tight. Being so young, they had a lovely figure, and they wore cute sunglasses and each one of them have their Uzi pistol kind of loose of their holster. They hand-picked a few of the Palestinian that were travelling with us in the mini-bus, all of them of the very same age as them, and took them out for a 20' chat. It happens once of the Palestinian that was taken out was sitting next to me. When he finally came back I asked him, and with a broken voice he told me: "Every day, every day like this", stopped for 20' on this way to work by pretty young Israeli soldiers