I always feel that I should live somewhere else in the world. Perhaps a European city, like Paris, Berlin or Rome. but here I am, living five minutes away from the beach, in a city that is always overlooked by everyone.
I live in Haifa, the bride of sea. Isn’t that a nickname of every single Arab city that has a shore: Yafa, Akka, and Beirut are the brides of the sea. But I live in Haifa.
I chose to live here few years ago when I started making a living. I chose to live here because it’s familiar, and most of my acquaintances are here. Or were here.
I look at this picture, which I took last week, and I sigh. I can see that every day.