Bethlehem Once Again

Was back to bethlehem to get my bag all stitched up (the one that got melted to pieces by poisonous acid) it was a strange cold day, and cloudy. rode a bike across the check point to the far off land just behind the hills of jerusalem. palestine they call it. arabs they call them. so close, yet worlds away...


























































the magic man stitching my bag. he was quick and brutal to all the things he mended but seemed to get the job done. agirl would walk in with boots that needed to be resoled, he'd throw my bag across the room grab the boot and smashingly tack it back together. resume, my bag. enter broken zipper, off across the floor my bag goes. zipper yanked off, flying through the air, new one installed money collected, happy customer. resume bag mending. it was an entertaining afternoon...