As I walk out of my flat on the west end, I remember again
that I am in London. Not just visiting but living here, me,
the little Israeli girl that never really belonged. I love
London, because no one belongs, even the brats seem like a
small part in this big patchy city. How did I come to this
point? Or why? These are questions I try not to ask myself.
I only know that I am happy, like I have never been before,
for the simple things that life can give us; for not being
afraid, for never watching or reading the news. Some people
will say that I just ignore things, but I think that I will
just ignore them too. I used to think that there is only one
way, not always my way. But I have grown to understand that
there are so many doors to choose from, so many roads to
pick, so many colours that don't have to reflect in the grey
grey sky. And you can walk out of your home, in rose-red
lips or with green and blue dress and you will just be
another bit. No familiar faces, no flashes, all alone, and
maybe, just maybe, this is so good for me, or for us now. So
please just give us a few more seconds, before we come back
and fulfill all your dreams.