The Moon is so obvious. It’s known all over the world. We have so many stories about it, we have thousands of names for it and actually we don’t pay attention on it anymore.
But how is it possible, that this obvious Moon, known to everyobody is in the same time so mysterious? Why it shows to us always but one face and the other one seems to be so dark?
Well, it’s not dark actually. We just don’t see it. And we don’t know it.
Yesterday it was the day of Prayer for Peace. Exact time. Everybody wants to start everything in the New Year from the beginning. And everyone has a bit of hope.
But it’s been some time I’m having one very unpeaceful question.
Where does this lack of peace come from?
A child in Europe
In the beginning there was a magical imaginary village of Bethlehem, so childish and close, though far away. Domasticated, adorned with cotton wool in the parish church, as if it was really full of snow on the birth of Jesus.
Then there was a religion class and a lot of new names. Jerusalem, Nazareth, Egypt, Jordan River… And in spring, during Easter – a movie in the television – Middle East landscapes, desert, apostles with beard and John the Baptist dressed with a strange, single robe. And burning sun.
Today in Bethlehem 