the uprising night promising the new day

sky turns into a different color

clouds getting darker air becomes fresher

people walking their homeward bound

the light becomes a smell with a yasmin touch

light on the horizon a single flash followed by a thunder

big wet raindrops catching my head

I never thought of rain in Yerushalajim

• the people ain’t not stop walking the streets

loud as hell a thunder flash by flash

rain falls out of sky

god must be in an angry mood lots of tears and screams

the holy city is getting wet but next hot day will come

starting @ the railwaystation taking bus #480 straight to jerusalem

looking out the window [window seat!] feeling the heat but aircondition recommanded

no stop and go just drive and drive maybe 70 mph

route <4> over ber sheva construction site on the left buildings on the right

crossing under a bridge > thinking song by red hot chilli peppers … gone

looking out the window green valley on both sides imagine! GREEN – sorrounded by desert countries

the traffic outside crazy like on a bumber car floor honks + honks

highway looks like interstate <45> in the states big – 4 lanes

but street quality could be better hole by hole

now trees on the left side little hills cornfield on the right

passengers: 3 americanos in the back reading Jerusalem Post

some russians and the others: sabres

civilians

• military boys and girls

with and without guns and ammunition nothing spectacular

you’ll feel saver and it’s a pretty standard picture

now driving down a valley into the east

crossing Ashquelon flowers on the right pines on the left

started 23 minutes ago to jerusalem still 28 km

more and more hills deserted buildings stone and stones

bus getting slower to get the hill 20 km to jerusalem

curving curves more dry than on the coast outside you can see it

damn – I love the aircondition it looks like going to the top of somewhere

military vehicles driving convoi but they ain’t not looking aggressive

wow! looking down maybe 150 meters Hemed interchange

and here we go again: c’mon take your cellphone it’s ringing

waiting for jerusalem just wanna see the light buildings the old old holy city

seeing newest settlements there where they build up their houses to have a bigger base

I think we arrive now yeah – I’m right there is the Tachanat Hamerkasit

• now the road gonna end …

0:38 am café kapulsky

2 policemen hunting someone by feet

the waiter says they closing at 2 o’clock

across the street people laughing

I’m having a cafe au lait [large]

it could be everywhere but when you see the women you know it’s israel

the sound of cheap music mixed with the electric sound of a slot machine fills the night with strange noize

the third day is gone

• the fourth coming up

a warm wind from the south declares another hot day

two girls walking direction promenade they’re giggeling

everywhere israel flags yom hazmaut two dayz ago

every five minutes a car sirene – cheap surveilence ¿

the last day – yesterday ¿ I remind: everyone got a cell–phone 5 years ago: the all got guns

I ain’t knowing no one but I ain’t feeling lost

maybe a little bit but it’s the late hour

I can’t sleep I ain’t not tired

when I think back to yom hazmaut the city is empty now

breakline 0:57 am

2 undercovercops jumped out a car running direction central bus station

the warm wind has stopped still cheap music a cell phone rings

the table getting wet 90 percent airwetness

this little country just 49 years old

• 2 dayz

you have here a kosher McDonalds little cheap ImEx shops selling trashlike stuff and a sad George Michael singing out a black box

• don’t forget the Internet Café

a mixture of little america and moscow vodka east meets west and real angels queenmothers of tomorrow

I look up the waiter says something I understand: we’re closing now but he asked for another order

three girls crossing my eyes beauties like straight outta paradise

let me think ’bout staying here isn’t a crime

maybe I’ll doit like the 2 americanos from california

some months a year in the holy land until you’ll be catched

• got no other choice than to stay forever

• again: a cell phone rings

that’s kapulsky’s @ 1:19 am and the night is still young

he returned into my life with a little message: «keep away from this city nights the next two days»

when I met the the 2 americanos I knew he’s here

he’s now in the holy land like me waiting for freezing someone I don’t know

prepared with the victims picture waitin’ for the right moment to hit

he’s still like a dark angel no place could save his jobs to stay alive

besides my way he follows me like a shadow

you could ask why in the holy land but I ain’t got no answer

and when he’s doing his job just the moon or the sun is a witness

he appears in my life a time ago

he just wanna tell someone his life like a biography

no reason for not to betray him or I don’t know

but I wrote down what he told

• what I thought

his eyes wearing glasses dark as the night

when you see him on the street you never remember

he doesn’t look specific just like a man on the street

by any means necessary he’s doing his jobs without feelings

no one could run away from him

in the moment you regard him you gonna hear this «pft!» and you die

nothing spectacular nothing you remind later when he kills someone is past

and now he knows me like I knows him