Journey to myself

I woke up in my tent in the nature reserve close to Almag. My night was partially restless, but I felt relieved waking up, having yet “survived” another night in the tent, without an incident. I was proud of myself for having changed campsites last minute, the night before. Listening to my gut feeling was…

I woke up in my tent at Kinneret at the Sea of Galilee, after a sleepless night. Leaving the tent behind, I set down at the shore of the lake. Feeling whacked, I reflected on my night in the tent. Anxious I started to prepare breakfast and coffee, before immersing myself in the historical waters…

I woke up at the Sonnenberg’s place in Giv’at Ela. Drowsy, I was slurping on my coffee, while I was watching the kids play. Marina was baking blueberry muffins, while Ron and me studied the route to Nazareth and to Kineret – the Sea of Galilee. After having had wonderful hosts and with that company,…

I woke up at Etan’s place in Haifa. Etan had offered me to stay in his apartment for the weekend, to have some space to recover. First I had declined his offer, as I was sure I am ready to continue. During the night however doubts arose, hence in the morning I told him, I…

I woke up in my bed in Haifa, at my hosts Etans place. Waking up in a bed, I was grateful for the safety and comfort, it provided. Etan had already left for work, which gave me the space and solitude I needed, after the attack. Etan‘s place was flooded with light. Books and records…

My first night back alone in my tent was restless. The wind was howling loudly, the waves were clashing, reflecting my unsettled inside. Unsettled by my first night camping alone. Retreating into my tent earlier that evening, I realised, that I had set up my tent on a slight slope. To balance this I turnt…

I woke up on the couch at my hosts Nick’s place. I felt drowsy and my head felt heavy, from last nights Purim festivities. Purim is a holiday, similar to our carnival in Germany – people dress up and dance on the streets. Preparing breakfast I reflected on my time here in Tel aviv. Then…

I’ve almost spent a week now in Tel Aviv, trying to reset, trying to start the life, the life after meeting my dad for the first time. First I loved the regain of my personal space, discovering Tel aviv and with it a new culture. Arriving in Tel aviv, brought me into a buzzling Metropol.…

‘We are a post traumatic nation’ , Nikk said, ‘everybody loves weed’. This made me think, think about generational trauma. Think about what had cause this trauma. My first days in Israel have been intense and simultaneously extremely informative. I learnt so much about the conflict, about Judaism and about life in Israel. Nikk, went…

I woke up early in Antalya at my father‘s cousins place. Today was the day, today I am leaving Türkiye and with that my father and my newfound Turkish family, behind. For a few weeks, I have been anticipating and simultaneously dreading this day. Too difficult to leave, impossible to stay. My soul was craving…