Late afternoon, just as the last bit of sun paints the white walls of Jerusalem a dusky pink, I make my way to the Kotel (Western Wall). Swaddled in fat layers of winter-wool, tonight I’m one of the few brave enough to face the storm clouds looming in the distance. Winter storms in Jerusalem are something epic. The air turns a silent dark in anticipation: even light and sound hold its breath.
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