walking through tel aviv is a special experience. i often asked myself how long will some of these houses last after a thunderstorm. many of them seem to rot, go to rack, fade just while people still live in. i have seen houses that lost their balkonies, which just fell off. oops. nobody seemed to care very much. i imagined myself living in a house like that, waking up in the morning, opening my eyes and all i see is the beuatiful blue sky and the birds looking down on me while i lie on my matress and my house was gone forever where all dead houses go to live an angel life. but people at the same time make extraordinary effort to be creative and make their place as nice and cosy as possible. and people in tel aviv enjoy to sit on their balkonies (as long as they have it) whole night with friends chilling and talking. they know how to live and have an envious relaxing life style.
one night i was wandering through tel aviv, no plans, no aims. i was just inhaling the atmosphere and then i saw this little beauty and it represented everything what tel aviv gave me for one week. the lightness of being. and i asked myself: do the people who live here have any idea how beautiful their house look at night? and it somehow reminded me of pippi longstocking's villa. i am pretty sure they do.
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