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…?