I don't like that i wrote three posts for today, but i have to write about my so-called "interview" at JPOST. I finally left the house at about 12:30 amdist a thunder storm, I dug my head into my fleece and headed to Jerusalem. I haven't been in Jerusalem as a soldier alone before, and it felt weird, perhaps exciting and a bit foreign. The city sits majesticlly overlooking the hills, the buildings are built in the common white Jerusalem stone, and the people, people are mostly covered in black.
I arrived in the Holy City at about 14:00, turned left, started walking a few blocks until I realized I have no idea where I am going. Stopped, dug my fingers deeper into my pockets, squeezed my nose deeper into the fleece, and completed my U-turn. I finally grew the balls and asked for help, and after about five minutes there it was, crooked, dirty, the Jerusalem Post sign hung over the one-story building, I walked in.
Warmth. Waves of heat filled the narrow hallwaves and pulled me further and further into the decaying, old, crooked building.
I spoke to the news editors and to many others as well as to the chief and walked out feeling quite good, hopeful for what lay ahead.
I will start freelancing and hope to make my name known and who knows what can happen...
Possibility....
Good night.
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