עברית – למטה

In London, that's where we met, on the Bridge.

Peter , a homeless and me with my camera; he shine shoes for  living, and I am on my way to the Tate Modern Museum for a photography exhibition.

 .We talked of course

At night he sleeps in a big cardboard box the statue of Seven Ages of Men that refers, as Peter explains, to Shakespeare's play "All the World's a Stage" and tells me a bit about the play. It is convenient he said – the nearby tenants are nice to him and takes care of him offering, ever so often, a shower or warm drink and a meal.
I told him of Kfar Tavor, happy events, the sorrows, the beauty; the Sea of Galilee and its natural beauty, the aches of getting older, the scourge of loneliness, the grandchildren and some politics.

We had a long talk, it was nice and amusing too, and then Peter brought out a notebook and told me of his dreams.

We compared dreams.

I told him of my dream to move, keep moving, to study the world by traveling

And he told me of his dreams out of that notebook

To buy a houseboat and a horse,

To make a living shining shoes

To move and learn the world and

Keep the family ties.

I learnt that we both share the same big dream, to move and see the world, to keep moving and yet maintain family ties.

I thought we were so different. Hell no. We are so alike …. in mind, …feelings and mainly – the Taste of Life – the Dreams.

A conversation, with laughs flowed above the abysses between us, we said goodbyes. I tripled the fee of shoe-shining. Yest I still felt like I missed out

Each went back to his own life. I went to the pub on the river, thinking that I didn't asked him for his name. I had a beer watching the river thinking of the man who inspired me to see life in a positive manner.

This memory stuck with me, made its mark on me – to look at my life positively – whatever may come.