That's not only the title of a little and clever book by Slavoj Zizek, it's also my feeling when the driver of my taxi drove me along the desert, all the way from Jerusalem to Sheick Ahmed Bridge, the only international border allow to tourists to go into Jordan. I hired the cab through the American Colony Hotel, a wonderful house from the last century where the American preacher Anna Spafford founded a small sect.
She left her home in Chicago 1881 and settled down in Jerusalem. The hotel become the center for religious zealous, some of them were Swedes and the Nobelprize Selma Lagerlof inmortalized them in the novel "To Jerusalem".
The driver was a Christian Palestine and he was not allowed to go into Jericco, the oldest inhabited city in the world.
We tried to blow our trumpets but the soldiers in the checkpoints were austere and stern and the walls resisted.
Ana
