I have known the airport forever. Since the days of the first airport, tiny as it was. Still with Ben Gurion's head staring at you before you go through the exit door. The new gigantic one, similar to what you find in any megacity, with its long travolator corridor until you reach the control booths. This travolator is like a flying carpet in its own way. From there, you know your destination is at hand.
Except that, this time, all along you are greeted by faces whose fate strangely intercepts you.

They are the new faces of the "Promised Land".

I had to stop at the end of the travolator, walk back, question them.

Did I recognize some of them ?

What did they have to say to me ?

What did they mean, about our common world, about us all ?

Some of them were familiar to me. They all pointed to one place, Nir Oz.