one year and one month ago, in the indian ocean, it all started.
I met travellers from israel and I realised that I don’t know much, almost nothing, about this part of the world, its religion, its people, its conflicts, its language, its ugliness and beauteousness. at that time, I rent a board whose shape has been so wow that I just had to have an equivalent.
eleven months ago there was another blow of fate – if this is a term that can be full of happiness and luck. I was blessed to get to know a very special soul, who kept me close to promised land.
two months ago I picked up my custom board, which is absolutely amazing, in old yafo.
one week ago – it has been raining cats and dogs and I’ve been bored back home after my latest surf trip – I had nothing better to do than join a friend on a meeting and… I met perhaps the one guy in my small town who is originally from tel aviv.
at the very moment I’m reading a book about an australian girl in india – and what is she writing about since 20 pages? israelis, judaism.
pleased to meet you!
or is this perhaps only the topic of bent cutlery in your drawer…?
stephsoul 
Which book was it?
thx for reading! :)
“holy cow” by sarah macdonald ;)
why have you been in t.a. so many times?