Daniel Adler Refuses to Regret

I saw the sweet-smelling Israeli girl again. I saw her a few days ago, when she and her friends were walking into Bhagsu to see the temple. And today I thought it was her, and I noticed the pink soles of her shoes, confirming that it was her. She said she’s moving here. She came… Continue reading Daniel Adler Refuses to Regret

Daniel Adler, Bareback In Jerusalem

I had always imagined Jerusalem as crowded, sweaty, and somehow more third world than the rest of the Middle East, with arid dust rising behind me, monkeys screaming in the distance, the call to prayer sounding and lots of white robes and payos. In reality, Jerusalem is built on a small mountain, about two thousand… Continue reading Daniel Adler, Bareback In Jerusalem