I’m a bit confused about what it’s supposed to be called in English, but it stands at the main entrance to Jerusalem, was inaugurated in 2008 and is now used by pedestrians and the light railway. I’m not sure it suits the character of Jerusalem, but it is impressive and was apparently the only suitable option for the light railway.
All the photos in these posts were taken by a very unprofessional photographer – me. You can easily find much better ph0tos of this hospital.
Bikur Cholim (literally “Visiting the Sick”) Hospital dates from 1826. The current building was completed in 1925 and was one of the first to be erected in what is now the city centre. It still functions as a hospital, having survived artillery fire and severe financial problems.
As I mentioned before, I’m going to be blogging about Jerusalem this month – one letter per day. With such a subject, I’m rather spoilt for choice and can only show you a small part of the amazing number and variety of sites in this relatively small town.
The Al Aqsa Mosque is the third holiest site in Sunni Islam. Its name means “the Farthest Mosque” and it originates from the year 705, although the building has been rebuilt and renovated several times since then.
I look down on the conglomeration that is my city. Men in suits and black hats in the burning sun, women in short skirts and sleeveless tops – along with women more suited to the above-mentioned men and men suited to the above-mentioned women. Lorries, buses, cars, taxis, motorbikes. Buildings, old and new:
The bridge on which I’m standing has been open for three years and yet this is the first time I’m walking along it. I need to get out more before I stop recognising my city.
My problem is to decide what to call it in English. In Hebrew, it’s called Gesher Hameitarim – The String Bridge. But that’s string as in a violin string. Online, I find two options: The Bridge of Strings or The Chord Bridge. I like the way “chord” combines music and geometry.
As I stand at the top of the bridge watching the changing view, people pass me, alone or in couples, quiet or chatting, on foot or on cycle. They don’t seem to notice the view. They’re probably used to it.
Eventually I leave the bridge and follow the tramlines along Jaffa Road. There are plenty of stops for the tram or light railway, all empty because the opening of the light railway has been postponed yet again. Ghost trams pass by, their seats still covered with plastic, their destinations flashing alternately in Hebrew, English and Arabic.
I sit down at one of the stops, providing it with some company for a few minutes. Buses have been rerouted away from here and it would be quiet if it weren’t for the drilling across the road. An old man approaches. “Is this hat yours?” He fishes a sun hat from under my seat with his walking stick and takes it with him.
The market is crowded, even though it’s only Tuesday. People are busy rushing everywhere. In the middle of it all, an old woman is standing in stained clothes and a straw hat. Next to her is an old shopping trolley filled with plastic bags. A bag lady, I think, until I go round to the other side of her and see what she’s up to.
Yes, I definitely need to get out more.
( * Apologies for the rubbish bin in the photo. There was no other way to take it.)