I am going to Palestine soon. Plans are taking shape faster and faster, although to be truthful, what is taking the most defined shape is this kind of goodbye, more than anticipation. It is estrange, it is like imagining the functioning of many things in your absence, and preparing everything to make sure that this machinery will go on like this, functioning.
And then there is the blind anticipation, because every other person tells you a different thing of what you will find there, so far away. Of course, the closest people (specially the closest women) tell you that you are mad to go there.
But let us see – if you have the opportunity of your life, the unrepeatable voyage that most probably you will never have another chance to make, where would you go?
I am having this wonderful chance and I am going to that place – that place about which I have been hearing first, reading later, all my life, since I was made a Christian, until when I decided to take that path for myself. So I will use my very big privilege of having a blank month with a job waiting at the end of it, to do this traveling, and I commit mentally with myself to write daily, to take pictures, video, and to share it when and if I can – and that is another question.
Because then, there will be the fact that I won’t have so much connectivity. On the other hand, I never imagined it would be so easy to abstract oneself and concentrate in an internet café; although voices are heard around all the time.
Anyway, all this seems very strange to me, even more than when I arrived here – but then the plan is completely different, isn’t it?
