Soon we had left his voice behind like a voice from a dream dreamt down the road, but I looked back into the dream and I could still see him yelling, but I couldn't hear a word.

R. Brautigan _ So the wind won't blow it all away

It sometimes seems that even a gust of wind can suddenly change this suspended and wandering land, which is always changing and perhaps never changes after all. In few kilometres between the sea and the desert, it is in two places that this tension of opposites crystallises and becomes immediately perceptible, in Jerusalem and Hebron, cities where borders, physical and psychological, penetrate the landscape and people's lives, dividing streets and neighbourhoods, inhabitants and often the possibility of knowing the other, cities of borders.

The landscape may take the shape of the thoughts of those who govern it, but looking at it from the outside, this land looks like a kaleidoscope in which all it takes is a change of second perspective and everything turns upside down, opening up new and infinite points of view. Things only appear to make sense when looked at from a certain angle, but everything is too big and too specific at the same time to be able to make sense of it. accomplished in this looking.

Only the Jerusalem stone seems constant and stable, supporting or covering every single building, juxtaposed and imposed to perhaps give a semblance of unity and solidity to what united and solid is not at all.