After Sabbath, we chilled in Sacher Park for a while.

Found a half bottle of wine, smoked and listened to PUNK rock.

Felt like 16. The weather was great.

Later we met the others by accident. They just told us a few minutes ago that they would arrive and stay in the same Hostel then Phillip and me. I was so happy.

The stayed at the „post hostel“ … nice hostel boy, who wanted to speak german with us… listened to terrible 90ies techno all night.

Next day. Changed Hostel. The new swedish hostel in the middle of the old city. Didn’t had anything to to with sweden at all and really bad things had been written about it. But it was cheap. And not that bad at all. The owner was moslem and very cute. Strange in a way, but caring somehow….

Checked out „western Wall“. I wasn’t allowed to take my Ukulele in. That’s why I lost the others later, because I need to get bac to collect it and they were to stupid to find the place they told me. Mt Olive.

I did indeed. Had a nice view and time to think and talk to people.

I spent the night with Gil and his friend- a nice guy who picked me up, when I was crying. I ran into his shop, looking for someone who understood my pain. I was just overwhelmed by all this information and things going on inside me…Lost and sad. Hopeless. Why people have to kill each other??

First I thought he was jewish. He didn’t tell me how bad- the Jews are, but that a lot of lies were told about moslems and Islam. In fact, they weren’t THAT strict, as he was drinking beer with me. But when the Muezzin was sung, they shut down the „goa music“ in the phone and listened.

 

I felt comfortable. Talked about outdoor parties, drugs, dancing, making trouble, but respecting life and stuff. The only difference to german students is, that they believe in something…