I feel very lucky at present. It is just after 9:30pm and I am sitting by the
Old City in Jerusalem. There is almost a full moon above and a very thin cat running past my legs. Moths fly about, attaching themselves to any lamp posts they can find. The view from every point is of lightened homes on the hills of Jerusalem at night. Apart from the numerous taxis on the streets it feels so quiet and peaceful.
This afternoon, I met a man whose family had lived continuously in the Old City for over 300 years. As I take in the view, I try to imagine the history of that family. What they have seen over the centuries and whether they have suffered from the ravages of conflict? I also think how lucky they are to have lived in such a holy place for so long. Yes, Jerusalem is truly magical.
