Memories of Israel: Nachlaot, Jerusalem.

I didn’t take any photos of Nachlaot. April 2012. Catpiss. I stepped into my new digs and recoiled from the odor of catpiss. I would have to find the source of that smell and eradicate it… but not tonight. I was tired. I had to make two trips from the West Bank because I could not drag my three suitcases on the city bus in a single trip. I rode the bus into Jerusalem with two suitcases, dropped them off at the new apartment, then rode a bus back to Neve Daniel where I picked up the final bag, and got on a third bus to

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