Its 5 AM, I’m at the heart of Israel – Jerusalem – in a small room at a youth hostel. There’s unbearable knocking on the door, and my temporary roommates try to ignore it by using their pillow as earplugs. Apparently, we need to go out, when it’s still dark and cold to see the sunrise over the Knesset building. I couldn’t ask for a better start for this holiday.
But sometimes life brings you to unexpected places, and now it’s a zombie pajamas parade to Israel’s political center – the Israeli parliament. We all sat there beside the huge Menorah statue and the guides read us a song about brotherhood and peace between all Jewish people, which is very ironic considering the mood everyone were in at the time.
Between the poetic sentences and the whining, I looked at the lamp, which represents so many different events of historic significance to the Israeli nation – it’s like a 5 meter steel book of Jewish history.
And then, when I turned ahead I saw the present. The Knesset – for me it symbolizes the union of this nation in one land – this is the place where all the most significant decisions are being made today.
There is no other place in the world where you can walk in the middle of the night with pink fluffy pants to the most important place in politics (think how many suits and ties this place must have seen) just to get close to your homeland, roots and legacy.