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During my adolescence, I grow up in this environment that is about to vanish from the Israeli landscape. We travel with our donkeys in the fields, walking under the hills where the statue of Alexander Zaid, the legendary guardian who used to watch this land, stands firm. My path to school led me through the valley and under great oaks, where I fell in love for the first time, where I escaped to be alone, but also where I shared my sweetest memories with my closest friends. The intoxicating smell of morning dew in our backyard, there is nothing better.


As I kept carrying my camera everywhere, to not leaving a single moment undocumented, I was witness of time- as people got older, trees grew higher and children left their Lego bricks behind and grabbed a beer. The magic was always there, 20 minutes from Haifa, 5 minutes from the city center, and yet so far away.

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