Alejandro Beutel bowed his yarmulke-covered head and pressed his hands and forehead into the 2,000-year-old stones of the Western Wall. After slipping a note into one of the cracks, Beutel whispered a prayer and cried.
Bashar Masri is not your typical billionaire real estate developer.
Years of public complaints about the slow-moving Israeli bureaucracy seem to have finally reached someone in charge — maybe they were being sent to the wrong fax number.
Last month, rumors flooded the Internet that former Israeli President Shimon Peres was dead. True to form, the man who tirelessly trumpets his country’s high-tech sector took to Facebook to clear the air.
Until Friday, this city had been largely untouched by the recent wave of near-daily attacks by Palestinians on Israeli civilians.
Say goodbye to the historic image of Zionists getting down in the dirt to cultivate the land. Nowadays, the vast majority of kibbutz farmworkers are foreigners.
A powerful African drumbeat pounded through the small room, as a singer with a Bob Marley-like voice clicked two small wooden sticks to the rhythm of his words. “When I walk, I walk with love,” he crooned in a mesmerizing Jamaican accent. Every one of the 25 African-American men, women and children in the room sang and danced along with him.