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India!

India!

India is the greatest adventure one can think of, Mysterious and unsolved although the hundreds of thousands travelers who visit the subcontinent every year and comes back, each one of them with a private smile that hides the inability to explain those who were not in India why is he or she smiling.

It is a riddle of magic and colors that shocks the visitor and turn her (or him) into an addict – hidden valleys in the Himalayas, palaces and painted cities in Rajasthan, full moon in Goa, spiritual supermarket in Puna, Holiness & death in Varanasi, the south with the wonders of Madurai, Rameshwarem & Mamalapuram. Ganja in Prvati valley. India

Crazy Honey

She wanted to circumnavigate the Black sea and I told her I shall meet her in East Turkey and bring her to Zaza after the big sun eclipse.
Zaza is a knight. His great great great grand father was also called Zaza Tsitsishvili. He was Knighted because in the end of a day’s battle he cut the Seljuk lines, cut the head of the Sultan, held the hair of the severed head in his teeth so he can cut his way back through those who were not impressed by his deed.
Zaza is a wonderful reason. at least like the Black sea, The crazy honey or the Argonauts.

Tsur shezaf hangs his washing on Nachlat Binyamin lines

In the Beginning god differed heaven from water. Then he created earth and a place to wash clothes – a place for gossiping, soaping, washing, and drying in the sun to beautify the court and the street.
When we stopped (the ones who did) to dry the laundry in the open, we gave up some very old and comforting thing that is even more ancient then the washing machine & the electric dryer.
The exhibition brings laundry back to its natural place. Reviving the color which is hidden behind the politically correct laundry covers that turns the city into a gray, descent, boring space.
There is nothing like a good pair of underpants to remind us where we are coming from.
The Nachlat Binyamin Fair ground – the art & handcraft market of Tel Aviv & the junction with the Carmel market & Shenkin street, or the old port of Jaffa is the natural place to dry laundry

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FULL MOON IN TASHKENT

“Ah.” Qirat laughed a heavy man’s laugh. His eyes were red and from a fresh pile he sorted cannabis flowers and seeds nto a Russki paper.
“There are three passages from Uzbekistan to China, and in one of them, in the Choust Valley, there are huge amounts of opium and cannabis, from years of caravans that traveled through the valley, smoked, and dropped the seeds on the ground. Please.” He lit the cigarette and passed it around. The smoke smote the throat. Central Asian hashish.

All theThings we don’t need

What is the most important thing in a man’s life? Indians would answer: “both this and that, and neither this nor that,” meaning nearly everything, […]

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