Sauci Bosner

Letters in Jerusalem: Jaffa Gate

Dear Jerusalem,

I have entered your gates. Jaffa was the first one in 1971.

My father took me to visit you. We walked past the money changers and young boys carrying brass trays on their heads, bringing small cups of coffee and glasses of water to shopkeepers and their visitors.  You smelled of dust and spiced perfumes.  I slipped on your stones in my flip flops. A stranger laughed and caught me half way. I knew then that I was home.

I have eaten bagelah with zahtar wrapped in Arabic newspapers, the taste of grounded sesame, sage, salt and hyssop settling into my memories. My roasted Shabbas chickens have become infamous because of you.

I have walked over wooden planks bridging stinking sewage as renovations were attempted in shadowed alleyways.

I have closed my nostrils and looked in amazement at hanging carcasses of freshly slaughered cows and lamb.

I have bought vegetables and fruits from the Bedouin women of Aza on David Street.

I have eaten sliced watermelon with a sprinkling of salt in the hamsin heat.

I have consumed countless coffees, Seven Up and Diet Coke, and freshly pressed grapefruit juice within your walls.

I have prayed in the middle of the night at your walls, posting notes for my and your safety.

I have sought refuge in your churches throughout the seasons.

I have seen the painted X’s on your doors and walls.

I have never known fear with you, your inhabitants and visitors.

I have brought my daughters to you, as my father before me.

I will never forget Thee O Jerusalem.

Sincerely yours,

Sauci Bosner