rest my head

Time to rest my head, and let time do his thing.

saba

My grandpa died yesterday.

My mom came to visit him at the old folks' home two weeks ago, and for the whole time she was there he refused to recognize her.
"I don't know you! Who are you? You're Pulling my leg- You're not Genya!"
She got really pissed off and was about to leave, when he signalled her with his finger to come close to him, then he whispered to her:
"Fooled you didn't I?"

That was the man he was.

When I turned 18 I really disliked the man, for how he treated my grandma.
I did not speak to him nor come visit him at the home.

A couple of years ago I went to visit him; He was half the man I remembered.
Old and confused.
Since then I visited him a number of times. The last time I saw him he didn't recognize me. Or maybe he did.

For me he was the man who is always there.
He survived the Holocaust, he survived cancer, he is still playing his accordion.
He is my grandpa, and I love him.

evo x

Man, religion really pisses me off sometimes.

muddy blues

That's it.
Summer vacation is officially over.
From tomorrow it's back to college, back to homework.

It was a good summer tough. I really had lots of fun.
This picture, for example, was taken in the Dead Sea - it was my first time there. And I really liked it! So I travelled a lot, I saw life, I saw death... I've learned a lot.
Funny, I've actually learned more during those last couple of months than I did the whole previous year in college.

Have fun everyone!

Oh, and Cher - here's another adorable one for you! :)

Yemen

Teimanya Festival, Rosh Ha-Ain.
Celebrating the colture and life of the Yemenites.

Was interesting, to say the least;

Food, drink, music, dance, way of speak, accent, fashion, religion.