Yesterday I went for a final walk to Tel Aviv to say my goodbyes to the city and surprisingly I came across a little electro party on the beach. Unfortunately the battery of my camera was down to a complete zero and I wasn’t able to make a single picture. But it was great electro with DJs and live guitars, basses and even a didgeredoo (I don’t know how that is spelled) being performed live. It was sundown but still light and the crowd kept growing and going crazy. So what do I do? I stripped down to my bikini, just like everyone else, got myself a beer and danced along.
None of the Munich-esque let-me-stand-around-and-just-look-arrogant-while-I give-other-people-snotty-looks. These people know how to let go and just listen to the music and just dance and not give a fuck about how their hair looks while they dance. Even young mothers dancing with their babies and old white-haired people mixing in and dancing in the middle of the young crowd. Everyone is absorbed by the music and big-sunglassed divas dance alongside dreadlocked-goa returnees. All the way down to the water you had people even dancing in the water and just letting go and having a good time.
It was a perfect closure to my trip here, and it was probably even a good thing my camera died, so I could just forget about taking pics and could just enjoy it.
I love Israel and I love its people. I distance myself from the religion and the politics. I’ve met right-wing and ultra-left wing, I’ve had great Arab shopkeepers and taken pics for German tourists, I’ve been mistaken for an Israeli time and again (even yesterday at the beach). I guess its an honour and a compliment to be mistaken for a people so beautiful, open, friendly and strong.
I close my blog from Israel here for now. I thank everyone and everything that had made this amazing experience possible for me. I came here for a holiday and knew it would affect me but could never have fathomed how much it would.
Oook, so I need to go and pack now coz I need to get my ass to the airport in about an hour. My flight back home to the rain, cold and unfriendliness is at 15:55. Shalom.
I think I know what you mean.