The Bubble

A street cat

Books

The bruise

Today at the beach

Living five minutes' walk from the beach is superb. Daniel is collecting shells for a science- class project.

More about home

And then there’s one’s parents’ home. Where one grew up. This is a very special house. Every scratch on the wall holds a memory. A life- time was spent within these walls. It feels warm and safe, embracing you from the moment you step inside and close the door behind you, like a chick in the nest that was carefully assembled by its parents; thread by thread, twig by twig. It has a special scent; that of sugar and cinnamon. A pinch of clove, perhaps.
You are not aware of the qualities your parents’ home possesses, and they are taken for granted. It is only when the safety, or the existence of this house is endangered that you become acutely aware of them. 

On the road

I’ve been on the road for 3 months. 3 months with one suitcase. In it I have: 4 skirts and one pair of pants, a couple of T-shirts and two dresses (for special occasions). The dresses are identical but for their color: one is brown, the other - blue. I don’t have any winter clothes, or even autumn. Luckily for me, the sun here always shines.

Clouds

Happy birthday to me.

Shadows

Outside Tel Aviv Museum there's a statue by Zadok Ben David.

At home