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good freakin´job...
i just erased my entire entry.
i guess i´ll just copy the important parts from my paper journal, since that´s reall all that matters...
arrgghhh.
"God makes no mistakes. coming back from a night around munich, we decided to just chill in the lobby of the hostel, hoping to meet a random person to talk to. well, we surely did. i am in such a blur right now, reeling from what just occurred. this guy who looked like a short ralph c., with the same black glasses and dark features, was trying to get water from the machine. he came and sat down with us and we began talking.
He is from jerusalem, still living there, and his girlfriend lives here, but goes to university in israel. this guy is amazing, intelligent, such a sheer blessing. we began talking about berlin and how much it has to offer and found out we had the same tour guide. i finally got the guts to ask him about the state of his world. he was so open, explaining that it´s life, yet he´s lucky to have barely missed some bombs. yannia is his name. he said that bombs are so prevalent at times that no one even stops conversation if they hear one. to top it off, he´s 26 which means he´s still in the israeli army reserves and gets called up. the last time he got called was about a year and a half ago, in which time he had to be part of a border control around the city to stop palestinians from entering unless for medical. he explained how hard it is to turn people away knowing they´re not bad, but feeling obligated in order to save his loved ones. hearing him speak of how his mother is afraid to get on a bus, and that´s something that propells him to fight, even though he doesn´t awalys agree with his government (was moving).
he showed frustration with the world media and how biased and wrong it is compared to what he sees everyday. this guy is such a gift.
i am struggling to try and remember every detail. when he saw his girlfriend walk up, he jumped and ran to let her in. when he finally got to her, they embraced with a beautiful ferocity that i envied and adored all at once. true love. but i think of the strain and fear that must always be there, especially in her, wondering if he´s OK all the time. i feel blessed to have witnessed their reuniion, but even more blessed by him, his knowledge, but most of all, just his everyday life.
i feel so blessed that i feel i may cry."
so there...that one experience makes my entire trip worthwhile...
i think it was almost more exhilirating than skydiving...
i would´ve traded that 5 minutes of skydiving for another hour of talking to that guy.
blessed i am.
xoxo-
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