"And Judah and Israel dwelt safely, every man under his vine and under his fig-tree" (1 Kings, 5, 5)

Bad winds are blowing in Jerusalem these days:

winds of fear, hatred, aggression and violence.

Yesterday morning, I gave up a plan to go for shooting at the Western Wall:

The old city was too tensed, and I thought it would not be a pleasure

to walk at empty lanes populated by barriers, policemen and soldiers.

 

I HAVE NO OTHER COUNTRY by Ehud Manor

www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNlf6szK2XI

 

I have no other country

even if my land is aflame

Just a word in Hebrew

pierces my veins and my soul -

With a painful body, with a hungry heart,

Here is my home.

 

I will not stay silent

because my country changed her face

 

I will not give up reminding her

And sing in her ears

until she will open her eyes

 

I have no other country

even if my land is aflame

Just a word in Hebrew

pierces my veins and my soul -

With a painful body, with a hungry heart,

Here is my home.

 

I won't be silent because my country

has changed her face.

I will not give up reminding her

And sing in her ears

until she will open her eyes

 

I have no other country

until she will renew her glorious days

Until she will open her eyes

 

I have no other country

even if my land is aflame

Just a word in Hebrew

pierces my veins and my soul -

With a painful body, with a hungry heart,

Here is my home.

 

With a painful body, with a hungry heart,

Here is my home.

Done