About being here again
April 13, 2011
The night sky over the country appears shredded
I am trying to think of why I came back
It is five a.m. and I am on the way from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem
It’s 2011 and it will be different from 2005
The bus is full of American girls
There’s a penetrating smell of disgusting chewing gum in the air
Tutti frutti flavour, methinks
The driver drives like crazy
Lights in the distance, over those hills
We’re getting closer