Anarchic Authenticity

It wasn't until having wasted five years of my life that I decided to look for some answers among one of the most unsolved quarrels worldwide regarding my personal life wonderings. I was hoping my inner chaos would merge with the tensed anarchy that dominates the air of the authentic Jerusalem, leaving me the peace of soul to march through the path of life.
Moving to Jerusalem needs courage, getting used to living there is hard, and not falling in love with her, despite all her faults, is impossible.

It was Thursday night when I first arrived there with all my luggage. And though it was mid June, a cold breeze chilled me when I got off the bus in the central bus station. A strange sensation rushed through me, I felt weird, as some stranger in a new different world. I crossed the street to the opposite side , moving in between two big building , one of them is a hotel which seemed to host only people in black.
My steps started to hasten as I moved into a darker spot, passing over a closed shop or something which looked like it. Finally, my cell phone rang and brought me back from this unexplained panic.
It was my friend saying he'd be there to pick me up in about five minutes.
I reached the station and started looking around. it was my first time that I was surrounded by so many black people, black big hats, black jackets, black pants, black shoes..only a white buttoned t-shirt and a curled two bands of blond hair.
It felt much more than five minutes, though only two minutes have passed so far. I tried to distract myself by looking for something different.
Suddenly I noticed something in different colors walking towards me, a woman in wide gray gown, which covered even the tips of her fingers, and a grey veil barely showing half of her face.
The black people and the grey woman seemed so much alike, differing in colors and accent only. However, the skeptic observing looks were so similar, it started to be interesting! But only then when it started to be amusing I heard someone calling out my name from his car, my friend was there.
It has been a long time since we last met, since we broke up almost.
He seemed a bit older, more a young man than a grown up guy.
We shook hands , as we were taught to do.
I told him about the strange feeling I got once I smelled the breath of Jerusalem. So he decided to take me to the center of the city, or the "city's heart" as he referred to it.
I was extremely exhausted, but couldn't refuse out of granted cultural manners.
As he drove through the roads, the lights shined on the stoned buildings trying to unite the black and gray in a clumsy old diamond color.
As we got there, it really felt as if reaching the heart, everything was beating.
No black or gray, just punch of colorful youngsters in their mid twenties, or mid something in their lives, walking around. Some are laughing , some are just wondering around looking for a place with a smoking area that is more than just five inches away from the street, some trying to escape the underage teenagers asking them to buy them alcohol, some are holding hands, some are waist touching, but no kissing lovers in the heart of the city of stones.
We walked a bit, till we found some nice bar , the name was very catchy, RifRaf or Firfar, I can barely recall, my friend knew the bars owner: a Canadian guy probably trying to escape reality into some unexplained FirFar world.
We sat there for about 3 hours, it was almost 3 am by then. Then we moved to another small place called "Itmol Shelshom" or "yesterday and the day before yesterday" , seemed like this place's owner was haunted by the past, someone who was born raised and lived all his life in Jerusalem.
Something else was unique there, it was full of books, books of all kinds, and a huge shelf of history books trying to script the future.
Time passed so quickly and it was Friday morning...
Friday is a holiday day for the "ancient Jerusalem". All my exhausting feelings have vanished away. The walls of the old city were calling...

That's how this love story started. Only a chaotic passion could make you live a conflict that is not yours... Only the stone city can redeem you from your shells..> only Jerusalem!