Going barefoot
This is my privatehomeland, I attest to it with both my feet and do so willingly. Part of it isn't in this country, but in other places, and in the memories of a childhood notall of which was in this “here” which is slipping away from us and fast becoming real-estate, a victim of a rude takeover. After all this years, Imake my homeland accessible and portable, close and assured, touching and fulfilling. Any place where I go barefoot is stamped on me and is added tomy map, to the pattern on my memory, to the homeland which only I feel, the one which goes with me always and which I recognize without words, free ofthe times and their terrors. My homeland is the likeness of my barefoot journey. And I am there every day, unknown to others.
Ioram Melcer
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