They never give up, do they? First day of the snow storm and Jews were still coming up to the Western Wall to celebrate Bar Mitsvah’s like every Thursday.
Good evening everyone,
I have planned to spend the first half of the year 2014 in Montreal, Canada. Some of you might already be aware of that. What nobody could have guessed and what I certainly wasn’t expecting when I booked a one-way plane ticket to Tel Aviv was that Canada would be greeting me a little early… To be more precise a certain element of Canada would be greeting me early: the snow.
I mean seriously, people don’t talk about the Middle East for it’s snow storms, do they? And yet I am sure that it is one of the most vivid memories I am going to take home (partly because my shoes are still drying from my little outing yesterday, I am now absolutly positive that I have used these trainers too much as I have had confirmation that there are holes in them).
On Wednesday, it was heavily raining all day, and the drops were pounding my velux window so hard that at night, I hardly got any sleep at all before 2am. So when I woke up and heard nothing but silence on Thursday morning, I expected to go down to the kitchen and see bright light shining through the windows. But mother nature had decided otherwise: it was 8’30am and flowers where already covered in a thick layer of snow, big snowflakes were falling in mass from the sky (or should I say skies, because there was so much snow falling that I really don’t think one sky was enough for that), and the trees were being pushed around by the wind in every direction.
A little suprised, I took me a few minutes to remember that I was in Jerusalem. That I only have summer clothes a part from a couple of pairs of jeans and a single wolly sweater. I looked in my refrigerator: nothing adequate for breakfast. For a few minutes I thought going down the street to get some milk and cereales, but I looked out the window again and decided to improvise a chicken sandwich instead.
Too restless to quietly sit down at my desk and start working on my university report (no, I’m not looking for excuses to get away from it… okay yes, maybe sometimes), I loged on my facebook account, and sure enough, my home page was covered of photos of the snow from all over Palestine. That put an end to my “I must be dreaming” theory.
Around lunch time, the snow had stopped and I decided to go out on a little adventure. Just to take pictures, to prove that I’d been there and seen it. Just like when I want to take pictures of soldiers. Well maybe not exactly like that, but you get the idea. I walked up to road to my favorite and secret viewpoint from which I can see a good part of Jerusalem including the Dome of the Rock, and I took a few shots. I walked bak down the road and feeling like it wasn’t so cold after all I decided to be even more adventurous: why the hell wouldn’t I just enjoy the day and go and have good look round the old city? I’m going to tell you now: this was crazy. Yes, I was very merry for a few minutes. But sure enough, before I even reached Jaffa gate which is barely 20min walk from my place, my hear was soaked, my cheeks lookes like I had tears streaming down them from the snowflakes drying on my face, and my footsteps sounded like I had just come out of a swimming pool. With shoes on. But I stubbenly persued my route deep into the old city, where the already melting snow was falling in cascades from the roofs into the souks. But I got what I wanted: I got a picture of the Jewish cemetery under the snow, of the Damascus Gate, of the Dome of the Rock, and more exctingly, I got pictures of actual palm trees covered in snow.
On my way back home, I naively decided to walk along the main road instead of sticking close to the remparts of the old city. Naive, because I had forgotten how Israeli drivers are: rude and unconsiderate of anything around them. They were not considerate of me and they were not considerate of the giant freezing water puddles they were very quickly driving through. I’ll let you mix up this idea and imagine how that went. The result was that I was simply soaked in melted snow by the time I got home.
Note to myself before I go to Canada: gloves and a wooly are not bonus, they are necesary. And a waterproof coat would be good as well. As a matter of fact, everything waterproof would be good (it took hours for my jeans to dry off).
Just a few days ago, my co-worker was talking about an upcoming snow storm, and I honestly thought she was delirious. Today she seems to be the wisest person I’ve ever met. I wish I had listened to her when she advised me to go out and stack up on food before the storm came. A wise person who sounds delerious to me… no, I swear, I’m not talking about my mum. Not this time anyway.
Today is Friday night, second day of the snow storm and as I’m writting this, I can hear the wind whistling outside. I am not ashamed to say that a part from a 10 min outing to the shop down the street to get some more than needed food, I was wise and decided to stay inside the whole day.
The snow storm is supposed to last for three days, so hopefully I’ve seen the worst of it. I’m trying to look at the bright side: this is like bootcamp before landing in Canada in the middle of the winter.
I never thought I would be so inspired to write just because of a few snowflakes, but I find it oddly comforting to be able to ramble on about womething as trivial as the weather when I’ve been living in a more than conflicted zone for the past five months.
Anyway, I wish you all a good night from my happily over-heated bedroom.
Thanks to mum and dad for giving me the idea to write about this after they heard me complain about the snow for half an hour.
Salam, Shalom, and more importantly, have a look at the few pictures I was brave enough to go out and take yesterday. I appologize for the quality of some of the photos, it was hard to keep my camera dry.
If you think that’s not enough snow for me to have written all this about, remember this was just around midday yesterday, the first day of the snow storm. It’s become much worst since. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow is going to bring.
One of my favorite places in Jerusalem is one where I can just go and sit quietly with a book, listen to music, or just dream a bit while I watch people walk by, or lie down in the grass and close my eyes in the sun or in the shade, depending on my mood… It’s a little green spot just outside Jaffa gate and at the foot of the city walls, where you get a great view of the King David Hotel.
JERUSALEM OLD CITY, TODAY.
Tour guide wanting to know if I need help: “Hello! How can I help you? Are you Polish or German?”
“I’m French and English… But nice try…”
“Oh! Welcome to Jerusalem!”
“Thanks, I’ve been here two months”.
The Old City really does have a wide variety of inhabitants…
The other day as I was walking passed the city of David (you know, just an average day in Jerusalem…), a guy called out for me, and asked if I knew how to write English, because he needed to for something. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I followed him two minutes into a little street and we went in his very small and cosy shop, full of jewelry, scarfs, cups, etc. He offered me tea, some sort of sage tea which was really good. We started talking about traveling and people, he said he took small groups of tourists on private tours all around Israel and the West Bank. An hour and a half later, I was walking out of the shop with a couple of very pretty handmade necklesses made of stones from Eilat, one that I bought for my mum (chuuuuuuuuuut, don’t tell her!), and one that was a gift from Yahia to me.
Here are a few pictures.