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Opinion

Jerusalem Day: a different Jerusalem for all

May 23, 2014 08:22
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Exactly 30 years ago this month I fell in love with Jerusalem. I was 21. I also fell in love, but that’s another story with a happy ending, which is how I come to be an American living in London writing this piece. I was on a postgraduate programme (WUJS) where one spent the first six months in Arad learning Hebrew and the second six months doing work experience, or real work if you got lucky, in order to get the authentic taste of milk and honey.

I really didn’t care what I did, I just knew I wanted to do it in Jerusalem. I interned at the Truman Institute at the Hebrew University and worked at Steimatsky’s bookstore on King George. In the spring of 1984, inflation was so high that there were no prices on the books. We got computer printouts every Sunday with the prices for that particular week — which meant no one came into the store until Friday to buy anything. This left lots of time for heartfelt conversations about everything.

Thirty years later, the economy is more stable, but the conversations are still heartfelt. We live in London, but we spend lots of time at our home in Baka. I think my daughter would prefer if it was Tel Aviv – but my spirit, and now my work, is in Jerusalem.

It would be impossible to write about “my Jerusalem” and not declare a personal spiritual connection. The phenomenon is that everyone has a connection. It’s not just my Jerusalem. It’s the world’s Jerusalem.