for work, on three hours of sleep every day for seven days.
tito, romain and i had a shoot in jerusalem so we decided to visit the western wall.
i’m neither religious nor spiritual, which is why i’m a bit stupefied by what happened.
romain said, “go to the wall, touch it, make a wish.”
within twenty feet of the wall, i started to cry.
i wasn’t sad and i have no reason to be sad.
the only thing i was thinking of in my stupid little head was, “how fun!”
and yet it happened, unwarranted ugly crying surrounded by hundreds of tourists
which leads me to believe
a. there’s a gas leak in the square
or b. there’s something special about this city
our last day there was spent floating on earth’s lowest surface, 430.5 metres below sea level.