Last month, as we all
know, was Easter, a Christian celebration marking the death and
resurrection of Jesus Christ. For such a celebration it is very
popular amongst many people, regardless of their religion, to spend
their Easter holidays at the place where it is said it all happened:
Jerusalem.
In big groups people
arrive and wander around the city, taking pictures, admiring the
Temple Mount (called “Haram Al-Sharif), the Western Wall or simply
let the interestingly holy feeling of the city wash over them.
It happens though, that
the peaceful visit in Jerusalem takes a completely unexpected and
surely entirely unwanted turn. It seems that the whole “holiness”
of the city can suddenly turn someone from completely normal to a bed
sheet-wearing self-proclaimed saint who has made it their mission to
preach loudly in the streets of Jerusalem. A rather mortifying
experience for all involved.
