Still in Tel Aviv.

I asked my way to the central bus station and passed Eilat street and Levinsky. I had lots of thing to see.

Art, culture, life- style, dirt, bikes, cars, busses, tiny streets, traffic, smell, sun, pictures, weapons, soldiers, women with machine guns, war, peace. All this comes together to a crazy mix of impressions.

I was a bit irritated to see so many „kids“ with guns. Girls, maybe around 18-20 years old, small and thin, with heavy guns, walking around the city like normal. Everywhere security. But I didn’t felt like in danger or something.

That was strange. Terror and war is just normal all over the world. We have to get used to, and live our lifes like normal. Panic or fear never helps… And if everybody is nice and kind to each other, we don’t need to use our guns…

I didn’t dare to take a picture of the soldiers. But I couldn’t leave my eyes of these guns, every time they passed by. They looked like plastic. I couldn’t believe, how people can shoot with these and at the same time I had this strange energy inside me, that wants to use a gun as well. Complicated feelings.

The Israeli- Ikea. One with a roof, one without.

Food… jummy. So good!!!