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About Haifa

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

Passages from Revelation

Finally, I ended my day at a little café on Ben Yehuda Street. Sipped on some mint tea and just reflected. I was exhausted but happy. Jerusalem is a rollercoaster, man. One minute you’re laughing, the next you’re tripping over pigeons. But that’s life, right? Full of surprises.

Neveh Ya’acov: Jerusalem’s northern frontier