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But Jerusalem was the place of places, a place of innumerable beginnings as well as of many endings. Everything here had a meaning, every stone and every word. From here one could see the world only in correct perspective – or perhaps it was the opposite: only false?

But who could feel really at home in such a place? Wasn't it a place in which its own people felt alien and distanced? Could this be the reason why so many people in this place looked like tourists from Israel?

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