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Journal 7

February 27, 2006

Gallery 7
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This past week at JUC (Jerusalem University College) we’ve been traipsing about to different sites and tels, experiencing, seeing, and learning. A “tel” is a mound sort of like a hill that has different archaeological layers left over from towns and cities. We’ve visited so many places: the Church of the Holy Sepulcher (the supposed site of Jesus’ crucifixion and burial); the valley where the David and Goliath story took place; Jericho; Qumran, where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found, and many more places that I won’t bore you with. I’ve seen so much and learned so much each day, but one of my favorite days was yesterday (Sunday). We went “swimming” in the Dead Sea. It was quite the experience, and I decided to write a little “poem” for your reading pleasure. It doesn’t rhyme, so don’t be too disappointed!

Holding Liza’s hand tight,
Not knowing what the water will be like
Giggling as we wade in
Oh! It’s chilly!
Doesn’t matter, we’re going in anyways,
It’s the Dead Sea!
We go further, then
Let our bodies sink into the water
I don’t sink
You can’t, the mineral content is 38%
I’m bobbing.
Foreign feeling
Have I ever felt this light?
I can feel my hangnails, ouch
And my mouth burns when I taste a drop
Somebody splashed!
My eye burns
Oh the pain
And I can’t rub it because
My hands are wet and so salty
Just squeeze it shut for a while
Ok, getting better
Have some more fun
Bobbing around
Just sitting
In this dead water
It’s fun, but my body
So, I get out,
And feel more refreshed than I have in a long while
How does something “dead”
Give me so much energy?

-Sara Hershberger