i spend so much time walking in tel aviv. dragging my feet and bags around. sometimes enjoying, all these beautiful images on the street. little secret corners. something painted on the wall. clothes and furniture abandoned. and windows, i love windows.
and sometimes i enjoy less. the traffic, the level of intensity, the noise, the rush. i feel lost within it. especially, since i don’t have my own place here, yet. and discovering more and more, that i am a country girl after all.
these days, strolling in tel aviv felt so different. i was still so extremely busy with coming back to myself after one week of intense time in sweden. this time, i felt even stronger than ever, how two different worlds they are. the life in sweden, the life here. i don’t manage to remove the gap between the two. usually, i more emphasized the essence of living being the same, everywhere we go. people with fear and love, trying to live life to the best of there abilities. which is usually quite similar, no matter where we go.
and yet….so different. that’s where i am at right now. in that gap in between two realities.