A MAN WALKED AND WALKED AND FELL INTO A PIT

I went for a walk in Givat Haviva.
On the paths and lawns I saw things that people had left behind: a candy wrapper, a broken dish, a single sock.
I was intrigued.
I wanted to preserve some of the life that was in them. Perhaps from these remains I could build a clearer picture of what and who Givat Haviva is. I started writing her letters.
Sometimes she even answered, in her own special way. She houses so many kinds of people, so many types of ideas.
"And you?" I asked her "you are everyone's home. Right?"
She didn't answer.
She was my home for the past three months. In this time I started to feel like her, en empty shell echoing shadows of conflicting grand thoughts.
And the destruction of everything I knew began to seep in.