Before the 1967 war, in 1963, I walked through the Mandelbaum Gates from then West Bank Jordan to East Jerusalem, Israel, through a no-man's land of barbed wire and tank traps, a wide and deep ditch in the desert that led you along a half-mile walk from an Arab to the Jewish state.
For two weeks, I worked for food and lodging at a large kibutz above Haifa, awaiting a Turkish freighter that would take me to the island of Rhodes, Greece and then to Pireaus.
As I write this, more than 40 people have died in the area where I suspect I picked apples. The whole area is ablaze. There's enough fire and death in the Middle East.
I was well received as a Gentile, loved picking apples and experienced the most beautiful sunsets in the world, at least the world I had experience up close and personal at age 19.
Rock on and practice peace.Please see ArtTraveler's videos: http://bit.ly/h1vruw
Stefan, The ArtTraveler (TM)
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