Wake up, find the breakfast, wait around, talk and talk, head to lunch, negotiate leaving the Ecce Homo for lunch, eat the $4 hummus, come back, explore the space below, throw 5 shekels through a window, back to the computer. Sabbath is good.
But I feel isolated now - somehow separated by my Westernness into this other category of tourist. I and my countrymen are newcomers to Jerusalem, historically and presently - I will leave this place treasuring my memories, but knowing that this place cannot even be my home. I am a stranger here.
Aboard the train to Kashmir, a Monitor writer sees region at a crossroads
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A new railway – one of the world’s most ambitious – is bringing trade and
tourism to a disputed and long-isolated region in northern India. But
reminders o...
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